Gemotions

The celebration felt like a cruel joke. He forced a smile, clinking glasses, listening to the praise directed at his colleague. Each compliment was like a pebble in his shoe, an irritation that grew with time.

He excused himself early, muttering something about a headache. The office felt like a cage. He needed out. He left, the cool night air hitting his face.

He walked aimlessly, the city lights blurring in the darkness. The familiar weight settled in his chest, a dull ache that wouldn't abate. He felt the urge to be alone, to disappear.