Gemotions

The party was a disaster. Surrounded by friends and acquaintances, David felt profoundly alone. Every smile, every casual conversation, felt like a performance. He was an exposed nerve, reacting violently to every touch, every word.

The laughter, once a source of joy, grated on his ears. He excused himself, pushing his way through the crowd. He needed air, space, a place to be alone.

The bathroom offered only temporary refuge. He stared at his reflection, a stranger staring back. His eyes were wide, panicked. He splashed cold water on his face, but the unease wouldn't wash away.