Chapitre 681: A Messy Quiet

A literal blink of an eye. That's how it felt like, or at least that's what I thought it was… 

One moment amidst the dazzling glow of lights and the mild buzz of drinks. I particularly recalled having a lovely, lively dance with Amanda. I remembered it ended, I remembered suggesting to go for an encore, then I blinked… and the silence was pretty much instantaneous, and all around me, the darkness was as much disorienting as it was blinding. 

I couldn't see anybody, I couldn't hear anybody, but most importantly… my head was seriously fucking killing me. 

And that's when I knew I did more than just blink… lying there in the middle of somewhere, listening to the empty hum of the night filling my ears, trying to move heavy limbs that didn't seem to wanna listen to me no more. 

What happened, when was it, and just where did the party go? The only bright side I did manage to find in this infinite darkness was the fact that I knew exactly where I was.