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The lights flashed around us in a blur. I heard people as they laughed and screamed, enjoying the one night in the week where insanity could rule.
“Noisy, isn’t it?” She ducked under a set of streamers, her hand lax in mine as we headed to the cherry blossom tree.
“It's always like this.” I tightened my grip on her hand and tugged her closer to the magical light beneath the tree. She'd wanted to see it. Had said she couldn't spare the time. “Like it?” I'd ignored her protests and dragged her along for the fun.
“It’s different.” She stared up into the cherry willow branches, her eyes aglow with the reflections of the Christmas lights strung throughout. "Beautiful in real life."
“So, next year, you think you might wanna…?”
“Ask me next year.” She stifled a yawn. “Let’s get through this year first."
Her grip on my hand tightened.
(c) Sara Harricharan