My dull, grey eyes flit around the room in boredom, the maddeningly bright, neon colors lighting up the cellar. Deafening music blasts through the speakers as sweaty people furiously grind against each other in the packed club.
My girlfriend Samantha dragged me here tonight; I don't see the point. Miserably I stand on the sidelines and watch the others having fun, flirting, singing, laughing, and dancing. I glance at my girlfriend, taking part in the fun. Hating myself, but doing it anyway, I imagine she was Grace, the actual girl of my dreams.
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Elena and Grace
Short StoryFollow two young women through a journey of loss, regret, and acceptance. ~ ~ ~ All of the characters, events and settings in this story were made by me and I will stand no copying. ©2018 Azora
