It's a cold night and there's a crowd, all gathered by this river.

I puff up my jacket, put my hands in the pockets and start walking towards the riverside, finding a spot between everyone to watch as fireworks start going off.

You can see the reflection strewn across the water, everything glistens, everything is bright and I'm looking up in awe as huge pops of colour and light appear in front of me.

It's beautiful.

But then I spot beside me, a family, and there's this kid. He's standing there at the back of the group, staring at me, crying. His family are all smiling, watching the fireworks, none of them notice him.

I stare back, confused.

"Why is this kid crying? Why is he staring at me?"

I try to shake it off, "it's sad but it's not my problem, right?" and I look back at the fireworks, but there's this nagging feeling in my head.

I turn to face him, and everyone else has disappeared, it's just me and him against a background of huge fireworks, each one lighting up his face in different colours and shining against the trail his tears are leaving. He's just standing there alone, cold and crying.