You're running through sparklers or bubbles or cheers, his hand pulling you forward, both of you laughing at nothing and everything. Your grandma is definitely crying, your college friends are definitely drunk, and someone's kid is definitely running alongside you. This isn't just leaving a party—it's the punctuation mark on the best day of your life so far. You'll barely remember the specific faces, but you'll never forget the feeling of being surrounded by that much love, that much joy, that much hope for your future. The last thing you see before ducking into the car? Everyone you care about, lit by sparklers and starlight, sending you off to whatever comes next.