#Chapter177

An empty shell

Althea Zoe Castellanos Silvermoon

I try to loosen the tight knots that was once again starting to form in my heart by creeping further into the crowd. Pushing past the intoxicated bodies, I move closer to the source of the hammering sound and directly underneath the blinding neon lights.

But whatever I was starting to feel did not go away. My eyes impatiently scanned the crowd from the centre of the dance floor while my heart thumped loudly. Deafening even me from this music. I was feeling restless at this point. All I needed was some clarification. An answer. Something to calm this raging heart. And...