Blood Royal
Murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh.
- William Shakespeare
ANA
I love the smell of New Year’s Eve.
There’s excitement in the air. The ticking of the clock towards midnight tells a tale of pasts repurposed, futures to come to fruition and be reborn.
It’s the anticipation of the next day. Everybody feels it. And on a night where anything feels possible, where the lovers and laughers come to celebrate, I feel like neither, slowly strolling among the hyper crowd, burgundy dress on, my hair pinned to the side of my head, sweeping over my shoulder.
I’m just surprised I showed up, and though I wish Elena and Griff were here and not in Aspen, a piece of me is still glad I came, accepted Elena’s invitation to the party because at least one person is having a good
