Faded Fireworks and Love
I was tired.
I thought about the fireworks, the sky filled with bursting colors, spelling out: Happy Birthday, Jen.
I remembered the shy, delighted look on Jennifer's face as she threw herself into Sebastian's arms, and how their friends cheered them on.
It all made me see clearly. It was time to let go.
Sebastian didn't come home until dawn, bringing with him the smell of smoke, alcohol, and the unmistakable scent of jasmine—the scent Jennifer always wore.
The loud bang of the door woke me up, and I turned over, irritated. "If you're going to party all night, can you at least come back quietly and not disturb my sleep?"
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