Gemotions

He felt a pull in his stomach as he watched the servers circulate with trays of hors d'oeuvres. The room was buzzing with the energy of celebration, an energy he couldn’t seem to tap into. He was not unhappy, just… present.

His parents were the stars of the show, and he was a supporting character. He accepted his place with a sort of quiet gratitude. He wouldn’t make waves. He wouldn’t cause trouble. He would simply do what was asked of him.

When his name was called, he approached the podium with a slow, deliberate pace. He delivered his speech, the carefully chosen words leaving his lips without a hitch. He went back to his table and then went home, feeling a sense of having fulfilled his duty.