Gemotions

The retirement party. He'd never been to one without him. Usually, his mentor, Arthur, would be at his side, a calming presence in the chaos. Now, Arthur was…absent. The realization struck him like a physical blow. He felt off-kilter, like he was standing on shifting ground.

He scanned the crowded room, seeking a familiar face. He felt alone, even surrounded by people. He avoided eye contact, afraid to betray his inner turmoil. He clutched his drink, the glass slick with condensation. He took a large gulp, the alcohol doing little to soothe his rising anxiety.

He mumbled excuses and slipped away, escaping the noise and forced cheer. He walked out into the cool night air, the silence a stark contrast to the party. He felt bereft, an abandoned ship tossed on a turbulent sea. He took a deep breath, and he felt his chest start to tighten.