Gemotions

He watched Sarah celebrate her success, her voice ringing with excited triumph. The bar was loud, the music a meaningless barrage of sound. He sipped his drink slowly, the alcohol doing little to soothe the turmoil within. He raised his glass in her direction, forcing a smile. He was happy for her, of course he was. He was just… exhausted. He felt as though he’d been running a marathon, and had collapsed just before the finish line. He leaned against the bar, trying to steady himself. The room seemed to tilt, the faces around him blurring. He excused himself, needing to get away, to find some air. He moved towards the exit, feeling a deep, unshakeable sense of being lost.