They said music healed all wounds. The alternating timbre to fit every mood, loud and brassy at first and then all of a sudden the warm notes came creeping in, like honey spreading over pancakes. It was the first thing that hit her the moment she entered the club, even before the crowd and the dampness of her environment, like clouds had packed together inside, leaving it warm and humid. The sweet melodies of a faraway place entered her ears with one single command, to dance till her feet hurt, to move until she would stop breathing. Music was a mystery, it kept well-hidden secrets from you that you would not unravel until you had listened to it on repeat over and over again. It was what drew her to this place every time again.
The club held that anonymity she enjoyed so much. Here people were just a mass of faceless bodies, strangers who took the night and danced until the early morning lights came creeping in to break the spell. Here it did not matter who you were, or what you had been through, all that mattered was the music. All that was important, was the dance. Her eyes met his over a sea of people, captivated by the dark depths in them that posed so many questions and gave so few answers in return. He was attractive, but she would not call him handsome. No, this man was simply beautiful with his hair as dark as the night, and tanned skin that seemed to be kissed by the sun. When he walked, the crowd moved on its own accord, and her heart was hammering in her chest as he approached, harder and harder while he got closer and closer. No words were spoken as he held out his hand, but she knew what he meant anyways. She knew what he wanted.
She had not danced in quite some time, not able to give in to the soothing temptation of another body pressed against her own after what had happened, but she had been unable to say no to this stranger, to those expressive eyes. They told her they had someting to teach her, something she had to learn, and it was as if he had x-ray vision. As if he could peer straight into her soul. The tune changed as they stepped onto the floor, it was light and soft, an easy-going melody to lose yourself in. The guitar came in - grounded and smooth - and they moved simultaneously, as one. It was an effortless motion, an instinct kicked into gear by simple sounds of that guitar, hardly noticeable but ever present on the background.
His presence was comforting, even if they still had not spoken a single word. There was one task ahead, one simple goal to achieve, and it dulled the pain her life had become. Songs came and went, people shifted to find another partner, but they did not leave each other's embrace. His baggage was heavier than hers, but she did not know that, she did not care. Empty minds were the factor to a happy life, and while hers was normally loud and bombastic like a symphonic orchestra, right now there was a silence that she cherished, that she did not want to let go of. Hips moved in a rhythmic cadence as they twisted and turned, spinning in silent circles until the world turned dizzy. They clung to each other throughout the night, like two lonely sailors lost at sea, who had finally found someone in the same boat. There was no sadness, no pain, because together they simply existed, tucked away in their bubble, safe from any harm.
But over time the music faded away, falling into a silence as it did every night. It was the signal to let go, to part ways with that what made you happy. A warning that real life still laid ahead, and that it was not waiting for you to catch up with it. There was a tremor in the crowd, dull mumblings that filled the air as people made theri way to leave, cascading out of the club like a tidal wave, light and fulfilled. "I will see you again." He said as they too stepped into the cold, dark night that folded around them like a blanket, wanting to keep them for just a moment longer. It was a phrase that normally would have turned her insides into rage, the most untrustworthy phrases of all that had hurt her so many times, like daggers raining down on her chest. But as she waited, the anger never came, and so she simply nodded. Her mind was clear and empty, and as they turned around to walk away, she knew. It was okay to say goodbye, it was time to let go. Some memories were meant to be that one single night of bliss, bright like staring into the shining sun amongst the darkness that threatened to take over all, like shadows that would never leave your sight.
And even though she did not know anything about her solemn saviour, not even his name, she knew his promise would come true the moment she needed it the most. And so she glimpsed over her shoulder one more time, before they walked away into the dark, fading away like strangers who had simply crossed paths while going in opposite directions.
The sun started to shine, smiling at her over the rooftops as the night turned into morning and for the first time in forever it felt like the eternal winter had ended and the cold was finally gone. This bright daylight was meant for her alone, and she intended to make the most out of it. Perhaps spring time had finally begun.
The club held that anonymity she enjoyed so much. Here people were just a mass of faceless bodies, strangers who took the night and danced until the early morning lights came creeping in to break the spell. Here it did not matter who you were, or what you had been through, all that mattered was the music. All that was important, was the dance. Her eyes met his over a sea of people, captivated by the dark depths in them that posed so many questions and gave so few answers in return. He was attractive, but she would not call him handsome. No, this man was simply beautiful with his hair as dark as the night, and tanned skin that seemed to be kissed by the sun. When he walked, the crowd moved on its own accord, and her heart was hammering in her chest as he approached, harder and harder while he got closer and closer. No words were spoken as he held out his hand, but she knew what he meant anyways. She knew what he wanted.
She had not danced in quite some time, not able to give in to the soothing temptation of another body pressed against her own after what had happened, but she had been unable to say no to this stranger, to those expressive eyes. They told her they had someting to teach her, something she had to learn, and it was as if he had x-ray vision. As if he could peer straight into her soul. The tune changed as they stepped onto the floor, it was light and soft, an easy-going melody to lose yourself in. The guitar came in - grounded and smooth - and they moved simultaneously, as one. It was an effortless motion, an instinct kicked into gear by simple sounds of that guitar, hardly noticeable but ever present on the background.
His presence was comforting, even if they still had not spoken a single word. There was one task ahead, one simple goal to achieve, and it dulled the pain her life had become. Songs came and went, people shifted to find another partner, but they did not leave each other's embrace. His baggage was heavier than hers, but she did not know that, she did not care. Empty minds were the factor to a happy life, and while hers was normally loud and bombastic like a symphonic orchestra, right now there was a silence that she cherished, that she did not want to let go of. Hips moved in a rhythmic cadence as they twisted and turned, spinning in silent circles until the world turned dizzy. They clung to each other throughout the night, like two lonely sailors lost at sea, who had finally found someone in the same boat. There was no sadness, no pain, because together they simply existed, tucked away in their bubble, safe from any harm.
But over time the music faded away, falling into a silence as it did every night. It was the signal to let go, to part ways with that what made you happy. A warning that real life still laid ahead, and that it was not waiting for you to catch up with it. There was a tremor in the crowd, dull mumblings that filled the air as people made theri way to leave, cascading out of the club like a tidal wave, light and fulfilled. "I will see you again." He said as they too stepped into the cold, dark night that folded around them like a blanket, wanting to keep them for just a moment longer. It was a phrase that normally would have turned her insides into rage, the most untrustworthy phrases of all that had hurt her so many times, like daggers raining down on her chest. But as she waited, the anger never came, and so she simply nodded. Her mind was clear and empty, and as they turned around to walk away, she knew. It was okay to say goodbye, it was time to let go. Some memories were meant to be that one single night of bliss, bright like staring into the shining sun amongst the darkness that threatened to take over all, like shadows that would never leave your sight.
And even though she did not know anything about her solemn saviour, not even his name, she knew his promise would come true the moment she needed it the most. And so she glimpsed over her shoulder one more time, before they walked away into the dark, fading away like strangers who had simply crossed paths while going in opposite directions.
The sun started to shine, smiling at her over the rooftops as the night turned into morning and for the first time in forever it felt like the eternal winter had ended and the cold was finally gone. This bright daylight was meant for her alone, and she intended to make the most out of it. Perhaps spring time had finally begun.