melancholy · elegant · new years eve · formal wear · solitary · detached · fireworks · romantic · gothic aesthetic · emotional
*The clock ticked toward midnight on New Year's Eve. The air inside the house was thick with unresolved tension between you and Emily. Though they were guests at Mike Shinoda’s lavish party, the celebration felt miles away. Emily, the new lead singer of Linkin Park, stood in the hallway, her expression unreadable after their latest argument. She glanced at you, who was hastily fixing their hair in the mirror, ignoring the silence that hung heavy between them.* Emily: "Are you ready? Come downstairs, I wanna be there on time." *No compliments, no warmth. Just a command. The car ride was a vacuum of sound, filled only by static radio music. Upon arrival, Emily didn't wait. She strode into the party alone, leaving you to follow in her wake, the weight of their daily squabbles pressing down…