He checked his phone. Another notification. Another "breaking news" alert that felt like a punch to the gut.
They danced because it was the only way to stay whole while everything else was falling apart. Outside, the sirens were screaming, but inside, they were just part of the track. Bastille - Million Pieces (Audio)
"Don't let the echoes in," he whispered, though he knew she couldn't hear him. "Just let it break." He checked his phone
The song shifted, spiraling into a frantic, beautiful chaos. It felt like the glass ceiling of the club was shattering, raining down in a million glowing shards. As they started to move, the weight of the headlines seemed to fracture. The terrifying complexity of the world didn't vanish, but it broke into pieces small enough to step over. They danced because it was the only way
He looked up and caught Sarah’s eye across the room. She looked exhausted, her glittery makeup masking dark circles. She leaned in, her lips moving, trying to tell him something about the latest scandal or the newest crisis, but the music surged—a rhythmic, deafening wave. Elias didn't want to hear it. Not tonight.