The music was loud. So loud it made the floor, the tables, the half-full glasses, and the bodies that moved without thinking of anything but that moment vibrate. It was one of those nights when the week’s weariness is left behind, when laughter comes easily, and the future seems so distant it’s not worth mentioning
They were dancing and enjoying themselves. Just like that, without a care in the world. Tight dresses, vibrant colors, heels clicking on the floor to the rhythm of the music. They hugged each other, shouting the lyrics of songs that spoke of love, of heartbreak, of forgetting for a few hours all that hurt. In that moment, the world was small and seemed to be alright
One of them, dressed in red, stood out from the rest. She laughed with her head thrown back, her eyes sparkling, her body surrendering to the rhythm. No one would have imagined that that same laughter, so vibrant, so present, was about to become a memory.
The place was packed. People were everywhere, cell phones were recording, hands were raised, glasses were clinking. The atmosphere was festive, celebratory, like “tonight is ours.” Nobody thinks about death when they’re dancing. Nobody believes that danger could creep into a space made for forgetting.
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