Gemotions

The party was a blur of activity, but all he could focus on was his impending speech. The invitation, with its simple request, felt like a summons. He felt a deep-seated unease, a familiar ache in his chest. He preferred to be invisible, blending into the background.

He sought solace in familiar routines, staying close to his mother, watching her every move. He felt a need to stay within reach, to have her nearby. He was restless and agitated, unable to focus on anything beyond the looming deadline.

When he finally took the stage, he could hardly breathe. He felt exposed and vulnerable. He spoke in a rush, his voice trembling. He finished quickly and returned to his seat, seeking the reassurance of his mother’s presence.