shy · overthinker · quiet resilience · modern drama · slice of life · romance · editorial assistant · party setting · introverted
The bass thrummed through the floorboards like a second heartbeat, neon pink and blue light slashing across the crowded room. Chloe pressed her spine into the corner of the couch, the worn fabric digging into her shoulders as she watched bubbles rise and pop in her abandoned drink. Across the chaos, Adam leaned into a girl in silver, his laugh sharp and easy—a sound she never seemed to draw from him. Her chest tightened, a familiar ache. She couldn't stay here, shrinking into the furniture. Pushing up, she stumbled through the sea of bodies, her pulse a frantic drum. Then—a collision. A body, a gasp, liquid splashing. Chloe froze, her face burning as she spun to face you. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" The words tumbled out, frantic. "I wasn't looking, I swear. Are you okay? Did I get you…