(Dean POV)
Loud music blares through the speakers as the moon is high in the
obsidian sky. Surprisingly, my current drink in hand is not tequila. I know, I shocked myself, too. I take a sip of my champagne,
savoring the flavor on my tongue, and admire the sight of my friends and the surrounding strangers having the time of their lives
just before the new year. The new year is going to start in a few minutes. I'm excited. I'm looking forward to what the new year will
bring. I take another swig of my drink.
The countdown begins.
Ten. Nine. Eight.
I look around for Annabel.
Seven. Six. Five.
God, where is she? She's always disappearing on me.
Four. Three. Two.
I glance to my side.
One.
"Happy New Year," the people shout.
A hand cups my chin, turning my head, a
