In her hand, her phone buzzed—another text from Marcus. “Where are you? Let’s talk.”
Maya didn’t reply. She didn't need to talk; she had spent three years talking, explaining, and hoping, only to be met with the same hollow promises. As the DJ dropped the opening bars of Shenseea’s the room seemed to shrink until it was just her and the music. “Me no have time fi the drama and the stress...” Shenseea - Bye Bye (Official Lyric Video)
At midnight, Maya walked out of the club. The air outside was humid and sweet. She took one last look at the phone screen, swiped Marcus’s contact, and hit . No grand speech. No final showdown. Just a quiet, rhythmic exit. In her hand, her phone buzzed—another text from Marcus
Maya stepped into the centre of the floor. She wasn't dancing for attention; she was dancing for exorcism. With every flick of her wrist and every sharp movement, she felt the weight of him falling away. The bass vibrated through her boots, grounding her. When the chorus hit, she sang along, her voice lost in the roar of the crowd but loud enough for her own soul to hear: "Bye bye to the fake love, bye bye to the lies." She didn't need to talk; she had spent
She thought of her apartment—the one she was moving out of tomorrow. She thought of the new keys in her pocket, cold and heavy and full of potential. The lyrics on the screen behind the DJ booth flashed in hot pink and electric blue, screaming the independence she had finally reclaimed.
The neon lights of the Kingston dancehall pulsed like a restless heart, but Maya wasn't there for the rhythm. She was there for the release.
As she pulled away in a taxi, the hook of the song played one last time in her head. The road ahead was dark, but for the first time in years, she wasn't afraid of the silence.