Unforgettable

The trap of a party - where the music is louder than your thoughts, and alcohol seems to blur the lines of reality. The air is thick with the scent of other people's perfumes and the light that flashes nervously. She dances - not for anyone in particular, but simply to stop thinking. He watches - not out of interest, but to forget himself. Everything is beautiful, but somehow too much: automatic smiles, memorized movements, conversations that end in nothing.

And then - a moment of attraction. A chance glance, a little longer than necessary. And everything that was unimportant suddenly becomes sharp, like a flash in the dark. In this rhythm, there is no place for morals or plans for the future - only physical honesty, only “here and now.” Because sometimes the only thing that saves you from loneliness is dancing on the edge of what is permissible, until dawn breaks and it becomes awkward to be yourself again.