Gemotions

"He said he'd be there. He *promised*," Sarah muttered, her voice barely audible above the club's deafening music. The strobe lights pulsed, mirroring the erratic beat of her heart. She’d painstakingly curated the playlist, sent him multiple texts, and rehearsed her speech a hundred times. This was supposed to be their moment. This was supposed to be *her* moment. She felt a burning need for resolution. A woman approached her, her eyes scanning the crowd, her face a mask of mounting panic. “Have you seen…?” she began, then stopped, the unspoken words hanging in the air.