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Ever since being born into this mad, mad world, Nick has learned to master doing these two important things:
Dream big and dream on.
His will to turn his fantasies into reality still lives on to this day. Whether it’s about love, lust, or any other form of satisfaction, the boy will do anything in his power to make his dreams come true.
All he ever wants is to be loved and live life freely without shame. But in a world full of liars, betrayers, and devils in disguise, achieving such dreams felt astronomically impossible.
No matter how hard he tries, Nick continues to be fed with disappointment after every result.
And now here he is, once again.
Lost.
From the palm of his hand, Nick has lost another chance of a fairytale happy ending.
More than five months of relentlessly chasing after a guy who couldn't love him back wholeheartedly did nothing but make his life miserable, just as many people had warned him beforehand. All the things he had done for Boston, from blackmailing to changing his own fashion choices and lifestyle, were all just a painful waste of time.
Today is the very first day of a new chapter for humanity. While every nation stayed true to their holiday chants, Nick’s New Year was anything but happy.
As the entire world celebrated together, weeping clouds of solitude rained over him as he kept walking away in the dark spaces of Earth. Not even the vast array of fireworks that spread across the night sky was strong enough to brighten up his pitch-black heart.
It sucked that their last kiss did not happen in the way he anticipated, but it was for the best. Even if he were to kiss Ton at the brink of midnight instead of walking away, nothing was going to change. Boston will still be a playboy unwilling to commit to a serious relationship. And the saddest part is, no matter how many times that guy broke his heart, Nick still loved him unconditionally. Boston just wanted to be loved and enjoy life as much as Nick did, and he did it freely and gracefully despite being constantly criticized and misunderstood by his friends. Being the hopeless romantic that he is, Nick knew what he was getting himself into. In the end, the two boys just weren’t the perfect match.
And so, he had to let him go. He had to walk away and never look back.
Soon after what felt like a million miles, Nick eventually found his way back home. But before turning in, he decided to stop by his family's workshop to check on it. Looking through the windows, the boy began to reminisce about that fateful day when he and Boston exchanged their first words with each other.
Now everything has come full circle.
There in silence, he stood. Back at the place where they first met. Marking the end, at the beginning.
Right here, right now, the story of Nick and Boston has officially come to a close.
"Ton..." Nick began to say.
No answer. No one answered back. No sound except for the unsettling dust in the wind.
Everything that was Ton was slowly fading into memory. Boston's presence, his aura, and his body language were no longer within Nick’s reach. His hands clutched against the frozen glass, without the touch of Ton's skin to keep him warm.
This is it. Nick thought. This is really goodbye.
And it was goodbye. The final goodbye. Goodbye to the person who will now and forever be until the end of time...
The loss of his life.
Just as he was about to leave, a young man’s voice echoed from across the street.
"Excuse me?"
Nick felt a disturbing sensation shivering down his spine. Trouble was on the horizon, and the flickering streetlights seemed to have sensed the danger as well. The stranger who emerged from the shadows was none other than Boeing Kittipon, the last person he ever expected to come across at this time of grieving.
"Sawasdee khrap, Nong!" Boeing greeted. "Are you still open?"
"Dude, have you checked the time?" Nick sighed, checking his watch.
"I need my phone fixed. It's urgent!" Boeing pleaded. "I’m on a waitlist for this new job I have applied to, and callbacks are happening within this week. Please help me out!"
Nick observes the four-eyed boy from head to toe. For someone named after a literal plane model, he sure had a unique taste in style. Dressed in all black from his dashing polo shirt to his fancy shoes, Boe gave off major supervillain vibes, which perfectly suited his cunning reputation.
"Fine," Nick accepted, rolling his eyes. "Wait here."
Giving in to his request, Nick swiftly grabs the smartphone and enters the shop. It didn’t take too long to figure out what the problem was. Just a few screws and replacements should do the trick.
"I will get it done in no time," He said as he exited the store. "Give me a day or two, then come back here once the repair is finalized."
"Thanks, man!" Boeing cheered, bowing his hands.
Nick began to settle down on the curbside of the road to rest after strolling for half an hour. And so he watched as incoming crowds of drunken schoolgirls and frat boys filled the empty streets.
Everybody was having the time of their lives. They all either had a lover or a friend at their side, while the poor boy had no one to keep him company.
Well... at least he thought.
He turns to notice that Boeing hasn't left yet. Instead, the man just stood there cross-legged against the lamppost with a petrifying smirk on his face. There were other people around the neighborhood to interact with, yet he decided to invade Nick's personal space for whatever reason. It was very odd and suspicious that he, of all people, would have the nerve to talk to a lovesick loser like Nick at this time of night, and just for a simple situation like this.
"Long shift?" The guy said, adjusting his glasses.
"Nope. It's... my off day," Nick murmured. "I was just... um... Just checking on the shop."
"I see," Boe nodded. "How come you’re out here so late? It’s a special holiday! Shouldn’t you be celebrating with your family and friends?"
The boy sat there with no response, clenching his fist because the airplane guy refused to depart and take the one-way flight to Hell. Knowing that Boeing was the final nail in the coffin of Nick and Boston's doomed-to-fail relationship, the boy became clouded with anger. He hadn't felt this much silent rage since the infamous car scandal that shall not be named.
"Not much of a talker, huh? Last year must've been rough for you, I'm guessing?" Boeing said with pity. "I feel you, man. I had a bit of a tough one myself."
"Huh? How come?" Nick asked.
"My ex..." Boe sighed. "You see, I used to date this brilliantly talented guy for over three years. Lots of issues in our relationship tore us apart. But as soon as I started missing him, I made the risky decision to try and get him back. I was a little too late, unfortunately. He’s already moved on with somebody new."
"Issues?" Nick stuttered.
"Trust issues, jealousy, all that shit," Boe elaborated. "But it's all good, though. I'm glad he's found love again. Do I think he can do better? YES. Nevertheless, it's his call after all. Anyways, what about you?"
"Me? I… I left my ex just a while ago," Nick said, trying to keep his emotions stable. "Well, I’m not sure if I should call him that since we weren’t gonna last long anyway. It was all fun and games until things got heated. In the end, we just didn't work out. We were too different."
"Sorry to hear that," Boeing frowned. "Not a great way to start the new year, I suppose."
Time goes by as the boys watch more and more flocks of college students pass through the campus sidewalks.
"So… you seem like a relationship kind of boy, huh?" He asked, moving closer to Nick.
Nick gets caught off guard by Boeing's sudden sense of curiosity. He didn't like where this conversation was heading.
"There’s no need to be lonely on a night like this," Boe said with eagerness. "You should be out there having fun and getting it on! Tell you what, allow me to repay you for helping me out tonight. I know a place where we can drink all of our sorrows away. It's not too far from here. I can take you there if you'd like."
It was hard to believe the words that came out of his mouth. With the way he spoke in such a tempting tone, the boy could tell what he was trying to say.
"Thanks, but… I don't know," Nick shrugged. "I’m not in the mood to party."
"Come on! Life's too short to stay miserable over a damn boy!" Boeing said, touching Nick’s shoulder. "Let me help you forget about him. What do you say?"
NO!
The word burned from the tip of his tongue, and yet Nick just couldn't blurt it out. He kept glancing over at all the boys and girls kissing and comforting one another, then back at Boeing.
He refused to feel envious. He refused to give in. He refused to associate himself with-
"PLEASE?"
Boeing.
Boeing and his four eyes and unwelcoming hands.
The troublesome Boeing, the one who tried to kiss his way into rekindling with his past lovers but failed, has now chosen his next target.
Everything about this was a bad idea. He knew what that man was trying to do. If Nick dared to risk it all with that man tonight right after breaking up with his boyfriend, not only would it be morally wrong, but this could also offend his friends to the highest degree.
Boeing is not to be trusted.
Boeing is nothing but another playboy on the block.
And still...
The way he touched him, the way he stared and talked, Boe had certain qualities that Nick just couldn't ignore.
Perhaps the four-eyed boy may be right. It is a brand new year after all, and Nick knows he can't stay like this forever. If this can make things easier for him to move on, then so be it. Nick was an emotional wreck right now, but he was still the same slutty little angel he had always been. He is nasty after all, or at least that is what he convinced himself to be.
And so, with no other choice, Nick decides to accept the man’s offer.
"Well… I guess you have a point," He told Boeing. "It's not like I have anything else to do. Lead the way."
Later that night, the two single boys make it to a nightclub somewhere in the heart of the city. Loudness surrounded every corner of the room, with crowds of drunk heathens and half-naked dancers dancing elegantly to the music. Meanwhile, the only sound that rang through Nick's head was the sound of silence. The loudest silence he has ever heard.
Heartbreak.
That's what it was. The only song that played in his brain after getting his heart ripped into a million pieces, time and time again.
Boeing buys two starter glasses of vodka for each of them to drink. Without thinking twice, the boys chug their first shots down through their throats.
Then they go for a second round, followed by a third.
Then another, and another, and another.
Fast forward six minutes, six hundred baht, and six vodka shots later, Nick found himself spiraling in the eye of a blurry hurricane.
He was in pain. SO. MUCH. PAIN.
The damage was there, and yet Nick did not know how to feel anymore. With everything playing in slow motion, the loneliest man on earth began to dance like nobody was watching. Without a hand to hold, and with a broken heart.
He was dancing to forget him.
He danced and drank until nothing seemed real anymore. All of the fair-weather people around him became ghosts, the technicolored neon lights turned into galaxies and supernovas, and the strippers and bartenders shifted into witches and wizards.
Nick did not belong here. He was not like the others.
He was all alone.
Isolated, invaluable, and invisible.
That’s all he is now. A nobody.
"Boo!"
Boeing soars toward the drunken boy and pulls him in for a dance. Just a simple touch was enough to knock Nick back into reality.
"Having fun?" Boe hollered.
"Mhm..." Nick said as earthquakes began boiling within his body.
"I'm Boeing, by the way," He said, bopping his head. "What’s your name?"
Nick had no intention to talk any further. The poor boy was too wasted to even think straight. His face was badly flushed, his chest was overflowing, and his stomach was raging hot.
"I-I'm- SICK!" He panted. "I mean, NIC-"
Before he can even spit out a proper answer, he suddenly erupts and starts vomiting all over the guy’s neck and collar.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" Boe wailed.
The man was in absolute shock, almost having a panic attack over his expensive clothes being ruined. Seeing his enemy in such a weak state, perhaps Nick might just have given that man a taste of sweet vengeance. A nasty but well-deserved payback for messing with his friends.
"NICK!"
Nick leaps up once he hears the sound of a familiar voice.
"Sa... SAND?" The boy gasped, almost losing balance.
Right in this very nick of time, nothing else in this world mattered more than the person standing in front of him.
Sand.
It was none other than Nick's beloved childhood best friend and roommate, standing high and mighty at the center of the room. Just when all hope is lost, his number-one heroic rockstar has come to the rescue.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Sand said to Boeing, huffing and puffing tremendously.
The guy seemed to appear very out of breath, as if he was in a rush to get here. Either that or his ex may have very well crossed him for the last time.
"S-Sand?" Boe gasped, trying to keep his cool. "What are you doing here?"
"My mother is the manager of this place, dumbass!" Sand said, crossing his arms. "Who let you in?"
Even though he stayed calm, Boeing knew his ex’s ferocious temper scared the living shit out of him, and he himself was all to blame. Based on the brewing rage being displayed, Nick can see that Sand wasn't here to play around.
"Easy! Easy!" Nick kindly said to his friend, pushing him back. "Please don’t make a scene!"
"Nick, why are you here at my mom's work?" Sand asked. "I thought Boston took you back home to our place!"
"Oh-Uh! BLEH!" Nick said with a tipsy voice. "I MEAN- Well, you see-"
"I took him here," Boeing answered, raising his hand. "We just came to drink and celebrate and-"
"BOEING, YOU BASTARD! You got him drunk!?" Sand snapped. "NICK. WE’RE GOING."
The bar singer snatches his friend by the wrist and drags him outside to where Ray’s car is.
"SAND! I don’t wanna go home!" Nick whined.
"It’s late! And you drank too much already," Sand said. "Come on!"
Once Nick gets into the car, the boys flee from the chaotic scenery and drive their way back to the university. With the sunroof completely down, Nick sat back and relaxed while feeling the outside wind blow over his soft, kinky hair.
"How did you guys know where I was?" Nick asked.
"My mom saw you with Boeing and called me right away," Sand said with frustration. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? Why were you at Roxie partying with that asshole?"
As expected, Sand was outraged to see his ex and his best friend in the same room together.
"CHILLAX! Boeing just happened to appear out of the blue. He came to my dad's shop to get his phone fixed, then offered me drinks as a thank you," Nick explained. "No big deal."
"At this hour!?" Sand fumed. "He just wants to get in your pants! Don't you see he was using you?"
"Easy, Sand!" Ray shushed. "You're acting like your ex forced his tongue down his throat, which he didn't. No need to ruin the fun!"
"You're not helping, Ray! " The rockstar seethed. "Nick, you saw him kissing Boston, didn’t you? You know better than this! You should’ve called me! What if you got hurt?"
"We just drank, that’s it!" The nerd swore. "I just... I... I didn't want to be alone tonight."
"ME and RAY are right here!" Sand said.
"I know, but-" Nick groaned. "I didn't wanna interrupt you guys by accident again."
"Sand, I'm sure it's nothing serious," Ray said, being neutral. "You're making a big deal out of nothing. Besides, at least Boeing won’t bother us ever again."
"I don't want another unfaithful bastard ruining his life," Sand went on. "See how Boston is no longer at Nick’s side anymore? He is not in his right mind."
Sand was smart enough to figure out that his friend had just broken up with Boston. He never thought Nick would take on his advice so easily, but he was extremely proud of him for making the right decision nonetheless. On the contrary, the idea of Nick and Boeing together was something he never saw coming, and he despised it.
"Nick, if he ever bumps into you again, TELL ME." The bar singer said with vicious eyes.
"But he-" Nick coughed.
"PROMISE... you will tell me?" Sand repeated.
"O-Okay." Nick nodded.
Once he finishes his little lecture, Sand rubs the young boy's shoulder with a firm grip and pulls him close.
"Phew! You're done yapping now!" Ray exhaled. "How about we tone down the drama with some tunes?"
"Focus on the road, you moron!" The rockstar yawned. "I'm so tired."
Sand shuts his eyes, then gracefully lands his head beside Nick's.
"Aww! My man is just so damn cute when he's sleepy!" Ray gushed. "Don't you think so, Nick?"
"I... I guess. If you think so, then yeah!" Nick agreed.
Nick couldn't tell which was weirder: Ray’s question or Sand pulling him in after letting off steam. His fellow friend was so grumpy and tired, yet he didn’t bother shying away from giving his roommate some physical affection.
"Be quiet, Ray!" Sand grumbled.
"Heh! Rude!" Ray laughed.
As the two roomies rest in the backseat, Ray starts singing along to the radio while focusing his sights on the beautiful city and highway from behind the wheel. The rich boy was the only one in the car showing nothing but positivity, and rightfully so. His drunkard days are over, no more Boston screwing things up, he and Sand are officially dating, and his hostel business project is in good hands. Ray had every right to celebrate victoriously tonight.
As for Nick and Sand, despite the dramatic confrontation from earlier, they remained stuck together like glue. After all is said and done, peace has been restored.
No signs of trouble. No drama. No bullshit.
Only friends remained.
Nick. Sand. Ray.
The fireworks, the stars, and the downtown lights.
Merely ten minutes after driving around, the trio made it back to Nick and Sand’s apartment safe and sound.
"Thanks, guys!" Nick said.
"You’re welcome!" Ray smiled.
"Nick. Let me take you upstairs." Sand insisted.
"I’m fine. I can walk." Nick refused.
"Sorry about Boston, by the way," Ray mentioned. "It’s a shame he didn’t kiss you at midnight. Don't you fret! That's what that prick deserves! You were right to walk away."
"It’s just a kiss," Nick chuckled. "They happen any day. Won’t make me any less special. Well, goodnight! What a long night this has been. See you around, Ray!"
While leaving the parking lot, Nick stops and turns around to see Sand whisper something in Ray’s ear. It looked pretty serious. The rich boy looks at Nick for about five seconds, then gives a nod of approval to his boyfriend.
Whatever it was for…
Soon after saying goodbye to Ray, Sand follows Nick inside. Instead of entering their dorm room, Nick decides to go all the way to the top floor. Sand continues going upstairs until he finds his roommate at the edge of the rooftop.
Nick stood alone in the blistering cold, letting his brilliant yet fragmented mind wander. The fireworks were still booming across the sky, bringing joy to the world. It was close to 2 AM now, and the brokenhearted nerd just couldn’t find any reason to sleep. Nick then turns his head over to Sand, who is glaring at him dead in the eyes.
"You okay?" Sand asked with worry.
"Y-Yeah…" Nick lied.
"Nick. There’s no one else here." Sand said. "You can let it all out."
The bar singer didn’t need to think twice to know that his friend was still grieving. Even though Nick was trying his best to act okay, Sand can see right through him.
"I did it, Sand… He’s... gone…" Nick exhaled. "Boston is gone. Did I... do the right thing? Did I let him go for real?"
Lying below the taller boy's right arm was his signature black biker jacket. Without hesitation, Sand wraps it around Nick to keep him warm, even though he isn’t shivering that much.
"Yes, you did. I’m proud of you, man." Sand said fondly. "You followed your heart. That’s all that matters."
The boys hug each other tight, gluing their palms over their backs.
"I’m sorry," Nick said with guilt.
Sorry was the word echoing in his head.
Nick was sorry for himself.
Sorry for loving Boston.
Sorry for being unworthy of being only his.
Sorry for getting his heart shattered after ignoring the red flags.
And lastly, sorry for being unable to fix him.
Now he’ll never see him again.
No more sleeping at his place, no more photographs, no more partying, no more feeling his body against his, no more Boston.
"Don’t be," Sand shook his head. "I’m the one who should be sorry. I shouldn’t have overreacted so much knowing you were already broken inside. When Boeing had his hands all over you like that, I just… I just couldn’t control myself. There’s no way I’m gonna stand by and let him ruin your life like he did mine."
The bar singer strengthens his embrace, holding onto Nick like a magnet.
"But I really am," Nick frowned. "I’m just tired of being so damn miserable. I just want to forget all about Ton, but it’s so hard. I tried to drink it all down, but it was no use."
And just like that, the boy knew how to cry again.
"No one will ever love me, will they?" Nick sighed.
"Don’t say that!" Sand said, irritated by his choice of words.
"Maybe he’s right. Relationships are a waste of time," The nerd went on. "Love only ends up bringing more pain to my heart. I can never be any guy’s favorite. I will never be anyone’s number one. I am nothing but a sore loser and a nasty stalker who lusts and pines over men who never like me back, nor love only me and no one else…"
Sand knew this was wrong. This is not how Nick’s night should go. He’s supposed to be living and loving life and being proud to be alive, not the other way around.
Seeing his poor friend cry like a baby reminded him of how Nick was back in their younger days. It gave him war flashbacks of every bad memory that involved his best friend crying hopelessly in his arms, and Sand HATED it.
"I’m not that important, am I?" Nick bawled. "Everyone has someone to love and take care of… but me… I am all alone. I am not like everyone else. I don’t belong. I’m too different. Maybe I should just… just… QUIT."
An angsty chill smothered in the wind. Sand knew exactly what his friend was saying.
The man began to tremble in fear. His fists were shaking, his breath was heavy, and his skin became cold and shallow.
He hated seeing Nick like this. Everything about this was unfair.
By now, the bar singer had everything he ever wanted in life. Sand has a boyfriend, loves his mom, admires his dad, and is successfully fulfilling his dream in music. His life has never felt so perfect. Therefore, he should no longer have to worry about anything, right? All of the drama was over and done with, but this year did not feel like a fresh new start for Sand, not if his most beloved best friend in the whole wide world was the only one not happy.
Nick was slowly destroying himself from the inside out, and he was not going to let this slide any longer.
"Don’t…" Sand wailed. "Just… don’t."
Losing his train of thought, the man pierces his nails through his friend’s jawline, forcing him to stand up straight.
CLICK!
And before he knew it, the boy’s sight had abruptly shifted into darkness.
Black was now the only color present, but Nick swore he started seeing rainbows. Instead, it was something beyond the landscapes of normalcy. Something sensational that felt bigger than the entire universe. At this moment, there was no need to recognize exactly what that unbelievable feeling was with open eyes.
A KISS.
And with one final blow, a gigantic spark of fire began to ignite across the night sky, creating a magical maze of constellations for all the world of the living and the heavens to see.
Faster than a striking bolt of lightning, Nick's entire world has stopped. Even while standing still, he felt like flying. All he can hear now is the sound of his heartbeat growing louder and louder, more resounding than the raining fire sparkling from above. Whiplashed with ecstasy and disbelief, his heart has turned into an infinite beatbox.
Sand then pulls away slowly, standing joyously as he and his friend open their eyes again in unison. It was hard to even fathom what was happening right now, but Nick knew only one thing.
He was happy. VERY. FUCKING. HAPPY.
Happy, free, and confused all at the same damn time, but not so lonely as before. No more pain or regret, no more feeling left behind by the rest of mankind, and no more mourning over his bad-boy crush. Just like clockwork, the sadness in his tears was no more. For now, at least.
Even if he was under the influence, even if it was just for a night, Nick wanted this feeling to last forever. Thanks to having his best friend at his side, the boy felt truly alive again.
Nick tries to respond, but is distracted by the bar singer’s liquor brown eyes and his white smile. His brain was too busy spiraling like a broken record, playing back highlight reels of all the memories they’ve made together. Everything and everywhere, every past and present event was happening all at once. As for the other boy, Sand still held on to Nick in a deadlock grip, unwilling to let go.
Not yet.
It was right at this gracious moment, Sand became the entire world.
HIS world. NICK’S world. Nick now has the whole world right there in the palm of his hand.
Because that’s who Sand is. His friend, his hero, the sun in his sky, the list goes on and on.
And the most important of all, his rockstar.
A star that has rocked his world since back when they were still little kids trying to figure life out. The guy didn't need to belt out one note or play a single guitar string to bring back the ever-glowing happiness on Nick's face. Sand just being there for him, as a friend and a shoulder to cry on, was all he needed. His touch, his scent, his words, his charisma, all of him felt like home.
This shocking kiss felt far different than the one they shared during their getaway camping trip. Compared to Boston and Dan, this one held a much deeper purpose. It was not casual, nor a joke or a dare, but something grand and universal.
LOVE.
That crazy little feeling was called love. Maybe not romantically, but regardless of their status, this was love in its truest form.
And it felt comforting.
Breathtaking.
Freeing.
This is where Nick belongs. Happy, healthy, and safe in his rockstar’s embrace. However, in his rightful state of mind, he knew they were only friends at the end of the day. Nothing more than that.
So why did Sand decide to kiss Nick without warning as if he hadn’t seen him in a million years? He made an official start to his new relationship not too long ago, so why on earth was Sand even doing this at all?
This was Sand cheering him up, right? He only did this because he felt bad for Nick, right? There are no sparks or romantic chemistry between them, right?
RIGHT?
Nick didn't deserve him. He didn't want to question it, but it couldn't be more true.
How can a guy like Sand be so hotheaded and emotional, yet so damn kind? What exactly is going on in his head? Just what in the world could he be thinking right now?
All of these questions scrambling through his mind were causing Nick to feel more and more dizzy. Letting out one last breath, the boy closes his eyes and safely lands his body against Sand's.
"Nick…" Sand said softly.
And so it was done.
The fireworks have burned out, celebrations have concluded, and another year has come to pass. It was time to turn in, and with Nick fast asleep, the timing couldn’t be better. He can now sleep in heavenly peace, knowing he got to spend some brief happy moments tonight AND have his New Year’s Kiss for the first time. Though he probably won’t remember it by the morning, Nick couldn’t be more thankful to his friend for what he did tonight.
The silent night goes by, and soon enough the two best friends have made it back to their dormitory. Setting Nick down on the bed, Sand lets out the biggest sigh of relief.
He was smiling. AGAIN. This time with more radiance and victory.
In spite of it being such a morally risky act, one kiss was all it took to successfully bring his friend back to the light. Even now, he can still barely process what he was doing. Instead of heading out the door, his heart was telling his own body to stay. Sand then joins his roommate under the bedsheets while maintaining a respectful distance from one another. As he cups his hand over Nick’s face one last time, the rockstar starts to whisper his final words before drifting off to sleep.
"Happy New Year, you damn idiot," Sand chuckled. "Sweet dreams."
Yes it was. Happiness has been found. The last piece of the puzzle to hard launch Nick’s brand new year of life. A year of new beginnings, new adventures, and new memories to be made.
No matter what happens from here on out, Sand prayed that their bond will never change. He is certain that one day, Nick will eventually be everything to someone else. But first and foremost, his friend must go back to loving himself and keeping his loved ones close. And most of all, to always love and never stop loving the one person who understands him the most.
Nick often wondered if his friend loved him in that exact same way. But after looking back on every happy memory, including tonight, he didn’t even need an answer. Whether it is platonic or anywhere beyond that line, Nick and Sand knew that the love they have was real and true.
And with the city in deep slumber, Nick can now allow himself to dream again. Sweeter dreams and better dreams.
Yes. Happy f*cking new year, indeed.