As the beat dropped, Camille took off. She didn't just skate; she flew. With every cross-over and spin, she felt the weight of the past few months lifting. There were no more slow songs, no more checking her phone for messages that would never come, and, most importantly, no more tears left to cry.

The neon lights of the empty roller disco flickered, casting long, rhythmic shadows across the polished floor. Camille stood in the center, her skates laced tight, the silver sequins of her jacket reflecting the "No Entry" signs. For weeks, this place had been a sanctuary for her heartache, but tonight felt different.

She pressed play on the soundboard. The first upbeat synth notes of "Geen Tranen Meer Over" echoed through the hollow hall. It was a declaration—a fast-paced anthem for a heart that had finally finished its mourning period.