Gemotions

The car ride was a tense affair, the silence punctuated by the occasional sigh. He looked out at the scenery, the familiar streets now seeming foreign. His mind was elsewhere, lost in a maze of memories and unspoken grievances.

The hall was filled with people, all talking at once. He stood near the entrance, feeling the weight of the crowd press in on him. He felt claustrophobic. He needed air.

He avoided the food, the celebratory cake. He felt no appetite. He took a seat in the back row, avoiding eye contact, and focused on his untouched plate.