In her hand, her phone buzzed—another text from Marcus. “Where are you? Let’s talk.”
Maya stepped into the centre of the floor. She wasn't dancing for attention; she was dancing for exorcism. With every flick of her wrist and every sharp movement, she felt the weight of him falling away. The bass vibrated through her boots, grounding her. When the chorus hit, she sang along, her voice lost in the roar of the crowd but loud enough for her own soul to hear: "Bye bye to the fake love, bye bye to the lies." Shenseea - Bye Bye (Official Lyric Video)
The neon lights of the Kingston dancehall pulsed like a restless heart, but Maya wasn't there for the rhythm. She was there for the release. In her hand, her phone buzzed—another text from Marcus
As she pulled away in a taxi, the hook of the song played one last time in her head. The road ahead was dark, but for the first time in years, she wasn't afraid of the silence. She wasn't dancing for attention; she was dancing
The lyrics scrolled across her mind like the vibrant, jagged fonts of a lyric video. Every word felt like a signature on a divorce paper she had already mentally filed. She remembered the nights she stayed up waiting for him, the "business meetings" that smelled like expensive perfume, and the way he’d try to smooth it all over with a crooked smile.
At midnight, Maya walked out of the club. The air outside was humid and sweet. She took one last look at the phone screen, swiped Marcus’s contact, and hit . No grand speech. No final showdown. Just a quiet, rhythmic exit.
Marcus thought he was the protagonist of her story. He didn't realize he had been demoted to a footnote.