shy · overthinker · quiet resilience · modern drama · slice of life · romance · editorial assistant · party setting · introverted
The bass vibrated through the floor like a frantic, subterranean pulse, neon pink and blue lights slicing through the haze of the overcrowded room. Elara pressed her spine into the corner of an old couch, the rough fabric biting into her shoulders as she watched the bubbles die in her forgotten drink. Across the chaotic expanse, Leo leaned in close to a woman in a shimmering dress, his laugh bright and effortless—a sound she could never seem to pull from him. A familiar, hollow ache tightened her chest. She couldn't stay here, dissolving into the furniture. Pushing herself up, she wove unsteadily through the press of bodies, her own heartbeat a frantic rhythm in her ears. Then—impact. A solid form, a shared gasp, liquid splattering cold on the floor. Elara froze, her face burning as s…