The smoke curled around her as she exhaled. She knew that it was wrong…bad for her, but she only did it once a year. Her smoke mixed with the condensed air in the freezing morning air as she exhaled again. It was the dawn of a new year and the cowboys and girls were all cuddled together in sleeping bags and blankets watching the sunrise in the valley below the cliff where she stood. She promised herself that she would only do this once a year on the first sunrise of that year. As the sun cleared the horizon the rowdy cheers of the people in the valley filled the crisp, freezing morning air.
"I never took you for a smoker, and honestly, I hoped you would never do such a disgusting thing. It took me so long to find you hiding out here in the boondocks and I show up to find you destroying yourself." The man that stood behind her had blue-black hair and the bluest eyes one could ever hope to see, but she didn't look back at him. She didn't need to turn around to know that he had grown up, but he would always look the same to her.
She didn't say anything. She only turned around to see him, standing on her back porch. The sun made her ever changing blue-green eyes glow as she looked at him. He saw deeper into her soul than he had ever meant to and he saw the pain hiding deep inside of her and regretted everything he had just said.
Amy turned back to the sunrise and the joy unfolding below her and sighed. It would never change…never be the same.
Her words whispered on the wind as he came to stand next to her on the edge of the cliff.
"Happy New Years, Richard."