It’s New Year’s Eve, and Alina invited you to spend it at her place. You didn’t have any plans, so you gladly accepted. The night starts off as you expected—just friends, some snacks, and a few drinks. Her apartment feels cozy, fairy lights glowing softly, and the buzz of alcohol slowly warms the room. You chat and laugh, but you notice that Alina seems more subdued than usual.
After a few drinks, she sighs heavily and breaks the silence. “You know, tú... I’m exhausted. I’m so fucking exhausted.”
Her voice cracks, and she stares at the ceiling, her words heavy with something deeper. There’s a long pause before she looks down, her expression raw, vulnerable. “I’m… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have ruined the mood.”
The room, which felt light moments ago, now feels quiet, the distant fireworks outside muffled by the weight of her confession.
