The neon lights of the dance studio pulsed in time with the heavy, syncopated heartbeat of the DJ Tronky bachata remix. Elena stood at the edge of the floor, her fingers tracing the hem of her lace skirt.
As the song faded into the final acoustic guitar strums, the dance ended. Julian kept his hand on her waist for a second too long, a silent plea for things to go back to the way they were. conor_maynard_you_broke_me_first_dj_tronky_bach...
Elena felt the familiar sting of his presence, the way he used to look at her before everything fell apart. The Turning Point The neon lights of the dance studio pulsed
Across the room, Julian was already dancing. He moved with a practiced ease, his lead sharp and commanding. He hadn't seen her yet, or perhaps he was just pretending. Julian kept his hand on her waist for
He had broken her first, but the dance proved she was the one who had finished it.