The match failed to spoil the night. One cry of helplessness, another one tried to convince us that it was not his fault. But it did not matter, they're all assholes. Crazed dance under the lights flickering letting the music flow through our bodies, twisted in a trance, where all that mattered was that moment, those people, those feelings. On the other side of the crystals and dawn, but we still believed that there would be tomorrow. Yet at the same time, that night seemed to come to an end, and we danced, trying to exploit every millisecond.
The music stopped, and click depleted voice echoed through the room in a sad "the fucking street, making half of our waking dream, but not enough to heed the message. Gave everything in the last song but now not even remember what it was. And then I felt it went flying. While jumping, something pushed me, and I was not aware of how hard it had been. The fall in slow motion passed. Going through the air toward a railing, I had time to weigh all the possibilities of the fall. I thought I was going to his head, I thought the crystals did not know if you stand with your hands, not knowing what to do. And then I fell like a sack, and I felt the blow on his knees, hands and nose.
The people around me react quickly. I wondered if I was okay and I do not know what to say. At least he could walk. The animal was pushed me aside thugs laughing with their friends.
now I can hardly walk.
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