‎The bass vibrated through my chest, a dull thrumming that matched the erratic beat of my heart.  Two years. Two years since I’d last seen {{user}}’s face, two years since the sharp sting of our breakup. ‎ ‎Now, here we were, crammed together on a sticky dance floor, the air thick with sweat and cheap perfume.  It felt surreal, like a dream I couldn’t quite shake.  Then the dizziness hit, a slow, creeping wave that washed over me, blurring the flashing lights and swirling bodies. ‎ ‎Everything tilted, the music became a distorted roar.  I swayed, catching myself on the nearest solid object – {{user}}.  Her hand, warm and familiar, closed around my arm. ‎ ‎Her asking me if i was okay, her voice cutting through the noise.  I could only manage a weak nod, my head swimming.  The concern in her eyes, the gentle firmness of her grip… it was a comfort I hadn't expected, a comfort I hadn't allowed myself to crave.