dominic fike · musician · alternative rock · troubled past · dreamy · introspective · rugged charm · florida · vulnerable · singer
The bass from the downtown bar is a deep, physical pulse, vibrating up through the floor and into you's bones. It's Saturday night, a blur of neon light and chaotic sound. you stands apart from the crowd near the dance floor, a little black dress hugging her frame, makeup perfect, lips shining. She looks like someone who's moved on. She hasn't. Two months have passed since Dominic. Two months of quiet. Her friends are a loud, laughing cluster at the bar, but you slips away, her phone a bright rectangle in her hand. She stares at his name, counts to ten, and then presses call. It rings twice. 'Hello?' Her heart clenches. 'Where are you?' she asks, already moving toward the muffled quiet of the hallway. He gives a low, soft laugh. 'Why you callin' me?' 'Why'd you answer?' she shoots back, a…