The idea of death was something that encompassed your soul. Much so that it became the miserable fate of every person you associated with, each one of them could not be appraised as sentient life forms anymore, just mere hollow shells of how they we...
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Upon entering the bar, the smell of liquor and tobacco wafted through your nostrils. Its suffocating scent made your lungs ache a little bit. In contrast to the buoyant waves of laughter from people around you, your bashful feet kept you still in your place, just standing by the corner of the entrance. Apprehensive to walk on your own to locate where Ren was, which was probably in a booth near the dance floor as he had mentioned in his text, you stood amongst the unmoving metal poles that were used by dancers. Looking down at your phone for the nth time today to reassure yourself, you read:
From: Ren go straight to the middle of the bar. beside the dance floor, there are tables. ill be by the left side.
You tried to calm your nerves down, but the loud and booming music just made your heart pulse a rhythmic and animated beat. The DJ by the other end of this expansive nightclub was intently enjoying the sounds he made that blasted through the big speakers. With an ear-to-ear grin, he scratched the records and produced upbeat remixes which people danced to in this vast pitch-black area with only neon and strobe lights to illuminate it. The music encapsulated the feeling of euphoria and jubilation.
You let it fill you in; you let it run through your mood. There was no need to be so anxious. Why were you even acting timid in a bar— a place solely built to accommodate intoxicated merriment, extreme shrills, and fleeting ecstasies in the freest and indiscriminate way possible? Indeed, the music painted your purple veins a neon highlight. You felt like you were floating and that the dance floor was alive. You could hear its pulse. Soon, it was calling out to you. Taking a deep breath, and exhaling right afterward, you went on and walked to find the table where Ren was.
Your heels clicked with every step you took. Fashioned into a Sororité Vintage bustier dress and white slingback Miu Miu heels, you looked fresh out of an enchanted castle with pristine high walls made out of quartz. The lacy dress was lilac in color— almost amethyst— and its outline resembled an undergarment from the Baroque era. It hugged your body tightly as it accentuated your voluptuous curves. Your hair cascaded down like a crystalline waterfall. You did not bother styling it since it looked better when curled and let loosened on your shoulders. To summarize, you were glowing. Like a siren ready to lure its bewitched captives, you strutted along the crowded bar with deluges of seduction and lust trailing the air around you. You feigned ignorance of how malicious the fake confidence you desperately honed yourself to believe in could be.
"Hey, Y/N!" A voice called out from your left.
You turned to meet the owner of the voice. And with a smile, you replied, "Ren!"
