The night feels infinite as Jack and I stand together at the ship’s bow, the cool breeze brushing against my skin. The crowd behind us hums with a quiet excitement, the laughter and murmured conversations fading into the background. All around, the vast ocean stretches endlessly, its surface shimmering under the pale light of the moon.
Jack leans against the railing beside me, his hand grazing mine in an unspoken gesture of closeness. The air is charged with something I can’t quite name—anticipation, perhaps, or the quiet weight of unspoken words.
A soft gasp ripples through the group around us, drawing my attention upward. The sky explodes into light, a cascade of brilliant colors bursting above the ship. Fireworks.
The first burst of gold rains down like a shimmering waterfall, follow
