Drowning the Silence

Vivienne’s POV

The bass thumped through the floor, heavy and relentless, like a heartbeat that grew louder with each breath. The lights shifted between blue and crimson, washing over the crowd of strangers who swayed, laughed, and shouted over the music. Somewhere in the middle of it all sat Nell and me, tucked into a corner booth with a half-empty bottle of vodka between us and the faint smell of