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That night, the club felt alive, pulsing like a heartbeat, the bass thumping against the walls and resonating deep in my bones as I pushed through the velvet rope and into the chaos.
Neon lights sliced through the crowd in vibrant pinks and blues, flashing so quickly that it looked like the throng of bodies was glitching in and out of existence. The air was heavy with sweat, high-priced cologne, and the sharp-sweet aroma of spilled cocktails, while the DJ, perched high on his platform, stirred the crowd into a frenzy with a remix that seemed designed to make you forget everything, even your own name.
I had dashed straight from the alley, leaving groceries unattended on my counter, because everything weighing on my mind...Elias's very creepy reappearance into my life, the taser fiasco, Mr. Fairchild's fiancée, and my cowardly attempts to avoid him at work...felt like a weight pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe.
