The music stops, and the drunken crowd starts counting down from ten. At midnight, my phone beeps in my hand.
Annie: Our phones still work!
Me: Going home to check the fridge ;) I hope tomorrow’s a raging success.
Annie: Thank you. Happy New Year x
I stare at the x on the screen. Minutes go by.
Me: Wish you were here.
I delete the message.
Me: I fucking miss you.
I delete that also.
Me: Happy New Year, Wilson.