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My plan was simple, to fade into the background light. To stand in a corner, or maybe outside the venue. I thought I’d only get in your way, ruin your night, your once-in-a-lifetime party. So I told myself I’d stay aside. Let you have your fun. And I’d just watch you from a distance, just to see if you were okay… if you missed me at all. I didn’t want to stand too close. I was scared I’d be too much, too boring, too awkward, something that would make you uncomfortable and take away from your night. But then I sat down for a drink, trying to pull myself together for a moment. And I heard my name across the venue. It wasn’t you. It was your friend. I looked up, confused, why would she be calling me? She came over and said you’d been looking for me everywhere. Calling my phone. Asking people. Running through the whole place. I didn’t even have time to process it properly before I felt someone grab my arm. It was you. Breathing fast. Excited. Frustrated. Out of breath from searching. „Where have you been”, you said, half laughing, half relieved. „I looked everywhere.” And I just stood there, stunned. Because you were actually looking for me. You pulled me with you immediately, through the crowd, the noise, the dance floor. Holding my hand tightly, moving like we were trying to lose something, or someone, inside the chaos. Lights flashing above us, music shaking everything around us, bodies everywhere. But even with all of that, I could hear you clearly. Not through words, but through the way you moved. The way you pulled me forward. The way you kept checking if I was still there. Every few moments, you’d turn back, just to see me. Your hand kept finding mine again. Holding it tighter each time, like you needed to make sure I wouldn’t slip away. Our fingers dancing when they touched like this was common for them. Sometimes you wouldn’t even speak. You’d just come over, pull me closer, and kiss me, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it was the alcohol giving you more confidence to do the things you did, to hold me that tight, to kiss me without hesitation. But it didn't feel like a blur, but it felt like a confession. Even when I had to sit down after twisting my leg, you kept coming back. Every few minutes. No explanation. No distance. Just you appearing again, like you couldn’t stay away for long. And somewhere in all of that, I stopped trying to disappear. Because you didn’t let me. You kept me with you, right in the middle of the noise, the lights, the people. Like I wasn’t someone you had to search for but someone you already knew you wanted beside you. So I stayed.
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Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 5:48 AM UTC
Vukiii
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN CHAOS AND YOU
My plan was simple, to fade into the background light. To stand in a corner, or maybe outside the venue. I thought I’d only get in your way, ruin your night, your once-in-a-lifetime party. So I told myself I’d stay aside. Let you have your fun. And I’d just watch you from a distance, just to see if you were okay… if you missed me at all. I didn’t want to stand too close. I was scared I’d be too much, too boring, too awkward, something that would make you uncomfortable and take away from your night. But then I sat down for a drink, trying to pull myself together for a moment. And I heard my name across the venue. It wasn’t you. It was your friend. I looked up, confused, why would she be calling me? She came over and said you’d been looking for me everywhere. Calling my phone. Asking people. Running through the whole place. I didn’t even have time to process it properly before I felt someone grab my arm. It was you. Breathing fast. Excited. Frustrated. Out of breath from searching. „Where have you been”, you said, half laughing, half relieved. „I looked everywhere.” And I just stood there, stunned. Because you were actually looking for me. You pulled me with you immediately, through the crowd, the noise, the dance floor. Holding my hand tightly, moving like we were trying to lose something, or someone, inside the chaos. Lights flashing above us, music shaking everything around us, bodies everywhere. But even with all of that, I could hear you clearly. Not through words, but through the way you moved. The way you pulled me forward. The way you kept checking if I was still there. Every few moments, you’d turn back, just to see me. Your hand kept finding mine again. Holding it tighter each time, like you needed to make sure I wouldn’t slip away. Our fingers dancing when they touched like this was common for them. Sometimes you wouldn’t even speak. You’d just come over, pull me closer, and kiss me, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it was the alcohol giving you more confidence to do the things you did, to hold me that tight, to kiss me without hesitation. But it didn't feel like a blur, but it felt like a confession. Even when I had to sit down after twisting my leg, you kept coming back. Every few minutes. No explanation. No distance. Just you appearing again, like you couldn’t stay away for long. And somewhere in all of that, I stopped trying to disappear. Because you didn’t let me. You kept me with you, right in the middle of the noise, the lights, the people. Like I wasn’t someone you had to search for but someone you already knew you wanted beside you. So I stayed.
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