Gemotions

The party was a blur of forced smiles and shallow conversations. Sarah picked at the miniature quiches, barely tasting them. Across the room, a group debated the latest literary scandal – her favorite author, exposed. The words echoed in her mind, a constant, unpleasant buzz. She felt a knot in her stomach, a physical representation of the disillusionment that had taken hold. She excused herself, retreating to the balcony, where the cool night air offered little relief. She leaned against the railing, the city lights blurring through unshed tears.