Dragon in Distress

Dragon in Distress

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A flame ignited inside the bohemian styled ballroom, a hot fire. Burning, scorching, through eye sights and shooting bullets into hearts. I would've guessed that pain was nothing less than love. Beautiful caramel skin, anger red lipstick and hair in delightful bun, bunched up at the top of her head. Eyes like an eagle, daring and powerful, melting me to soup as her chocolate pupils matched with my sight. A familiar scent danced to my nostrils and a nauseous feeling overcame me. I watched fearfully as she walked away as her red dress sweeping on the ground, as swift as a broom, completing a job, only difference is the job to make me feel desire. Her presence crossing between people, her dress, following her like the evil sidekick. I would've followed, but we all know why I didn't. History would repeat itself.
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On the dance floor, revelers moved as one, a frenzied sea of motion, while others lounged on bar stools or leaned casually against the walls, sipping from glittering glasses, their heads nodding to the relentless beat. Laughter rippled through clusters of friends lost in their own revelry, their joy a stark contrast to the solitary figure hidden in the shadows. Resa sat alone in the corner, his silhouette a sharp fragment against the vibrant chaos. His eyes, dull with the weight of heartbreak, wandered aimlessly, unfocused. The world before him blurred, a distorted reality that felt just out of reach. And then she entered. A beautiful girl, her movements exuding effortless confidence, glided through the crowd like a breeze slicing through smoke. Her laughter, bright and melodic, rang out-a sound that momentarily pierced the din. Heads turned as she passed, her presence magnetic, commanding. But not even her radiance could reach Resa. His heart, cocooned in a haze of sorrow, refused to acknowledge the allure of the moment. The pain tethering him to his seat kept him anchored in the void between the tangible and the intangible, a liminal space where the music felt distant and joy seemed impossible. In the midst of this vibrant scene, Resa's heartbreak was a muted, yet palpable undercurrent-a quiet ache lost in the chaos of the night.

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