Gemotions

The vibrant energy of the art gallery felt suffocating. He’d attended the opening, hoping to run into someone he knew. He spotted Jake, his closest friend in elementary school, across the room. He’d approached, a smile plastered on his face, a nervous tremor in his hands. He'd tried to re-kindle their friendship, but Jake's response had been a polite blankness. He'd even shown him a drawing of the two of them he had kept since childhood, but Jake shook his head. "I don't think I remember you," Jake had said. The room seemed to spin around him, the colors blurring into a nauseating kaleidoscope. He felt a chilling sensation of disconnect, as if he were observing his own life from a great distance.