It feels like only yesterday we sat together and shared a drink. I smirked at you, slightly drunk. You shook your head and laughed, but sat beside me anyway. The both of us waited for ship repairs, quickly losing track of time, losing track of caring about anything other than that moment.
Several bottles of rum later, after finishing all the eggnog in sight, we parted ways, each of us with a little more joy in our heart than we would’ve known had we said nothing at all. And isn’t that really what it was all about anyway?
Merry Christmas New Eden.