Your Touch

Arabella's POV

I looked down at my half-drunk drink, then at the crowd centered under the disco lights. I seemed to have gotten myself into trouble by not realizing how much I had drunk. But what harm could it do? I felt lighter now, free from all the burdens that held me back before I came here.

I picked up my glass and slightly staggered towards the group of people, following the movements of the people around to mingle and somewhat forcefully move aside when someone blocked my way. "Uh... you guys are too close together. Move aside a bit. I want to pass."

I felt people's gazes on my face, but I didn't care and still broke through when there was a gap I could get through. Then, I started moving in rhythm in the space I managed to get between the many people.

I looked up slightly, staring at the disco lights hitting me and smelling the various colognes that were mixed together. My head still felt in the clouds, but the euphoria overpowered my other senses and led me to enjoy the tim