/ beautiful girl. / •timothee chalamet•

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   The rapid blinking of the overhead light sent rays of color throughout the room. Each shade catching on the sweat on her skin. It was numb and indifferent to the touch and press of the bodies dancing among her. Her eyes were shut, succumbed to the array of mosaics behind her eyelids. The music pulsing incoherently in her ears. Was it the music or the thoughts locked away in the back of her head, trying to push their way through?

  She couldn't tell. She didn't care. She would in the morning, but it's not like she doesn't have something to help her forget again. Is it forgetting or ignoring? She'd forgotten the difference. Either way, she felt better like this. Empty. Wait- she's not empty. She has to pee.

  Then she was standing in front of the mirror in a bathroom full of girls. Crying, laughing, arguing, chatting. She didn't hear them. She didn't see them. Her eyes were zeroed in on the girl staring back at her. The one she keeps ignoring. The one banging on the other side of the mirror, screaming to be released. Remembered.

Her voice fell on deaf ears.