Leaving

The party picked up around us in a swirl of smoke and lights. The music banged on the walls and moved the people like it’s puppets. I watched the people moving in sync. Bodies pushing against bodies. Hands wrapped in clothing. Lips caught up in skin. Minds swallowed with lust.

I admired them all moving so easily. They looked happy and in tune with the world. Not like me, a constant outsider.

A boy pushed his back against another boy. Hands on hips, they swayed and kissed. Two girls were holding hands, watching the dancers. They were content. Everyone seemed to know everyone else. They didn’t mind the gay couples. They didn’t mind any of the couples. They just minded the pounding music surrounding them.

It looked so comfortable and nice. I almost walked in and found someone to dance with me, but a hand grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the doorframe.

“Hi,” Lika said, her nose brushing mine.

“Hi,” I breathed.

“You’re irresistible in that dress,” she kissed my neck and traced her nose up my jaw.

Breathe, I reminded myself. In. Out. In. Out. Simple as that.

“I want you,” she whispered in my ear. She kissed my cheek and then settled on my lips. Her tongue slid into the crevices of my mouth and my knees went weak.

I fell into the darkness but never hit the ground.