The music pulsed through her body like an electric current, shocking her senses alive to the scene in front of her. Bodies intertwined in rhythmic movement as pearls of sweat formed on their foreheads and arms clutched in desperation while their feet told each couple’s various story: stories of love and loss, of passion and frustration, of beginnings and ends. She wondered if their story would ever be told.
Scanning the dark room with uneasy pessimism, he shuffled across the border of the dance floor. Eyeing those engrossed with one another, he shuddered at the thought of being them, being with her in that moment. Cursing at his tripping feet, his eyes cast upon hers in that split second. •