Gemotions

The party was supposed to be fun. A casual gathering, a chance to reconnect. She'd spotted him across the crowded room, his dark hair a familiar beacon. She braced herself and walked toward him. "Daniel?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. He turned, and she felt her stomach drop. No recognition, only a polite, questioning look. "I’m sorry, I don’t think…" he began, before turning away to greet another guest. The music, the laughter, the chatter – it all seemed to mock her. The festive atmosphere grated on her nerves, making her feel small and insignificant. She excused herself, the cheerful conversations a painful reminder of her own isolation.