Swansea¹

New Year's Eve, five minutes left. There was an atmosphere of fun on board the ship: music, laughter and glasses celebrating the passing year. But for you, this moment has become a reminder of the failures and suffering that have plagued you all year.
You were left alone in a dark room, immersed in the gloomy pictures of the past rose before your eyes again. You felt stuck, as if in a bottomless cycle, while others were moving forward. Ready to forget all this, you thought about alcohol, even though you never touched a glass.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, which snapped you out of your thoughts. Reluctantly, you get up, walking slowly to the door. The first thing you see is the familiar sullen appearance of Swansea with a bottle of cheap alcohol in his hands. Had he gone back to his old ways?
"Happy New Year, kiddo."