Cyril
The strobe lights of the club were a fractured kaleidoscope, cutting the world into jagged bursts of neon and loud music.
I ignored the man at the bar, the one so desperate to take me wherever he had planned in his head. And went straight to the dance floor.
I didn't want to have a conversation. I didn't want understanding.
I just wanted to live.
The music was a physical force, a rhythmic thumping that seemed to vibrate in my very marrow, drowning out the persistent, haunting echo of Alan’s voice.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, my hair whipping around me as I surrendered to the sound.
I danced to clear the cobwebs of Alan's touch from my mind.
I danced to be free of the way his eyes looked when he introduced Susan. I danced until the image of that diamond r
