The music dropped, the beat booming loudly in his ear. Victor flinched slightly at a flicker of orange, looking over. One of the many lights in the nightclub pulsed and flickered, and he shook it off. The music reached a peak again. Another boom.

His chest felt tight. His throat dry and scratchy, his vision blurry. All he could see was the orange flashes of booms as the explosions went off, how they had those months ago. He could see it vividly. The flood that had obliterated his home, killed his parents. The bombs that sent him to the ground.

He just managed to get off of the dance floor, shoving into the bathroom. He gasped for air as the noise was shut off when the door closed. He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to banish the memories of the explosions. It wasn’t happening. He was okay. He was safe.