Gemotions

The concert hall buzzed with energy, but Mark felt disconnected. The music, usually a source of immense joy, sounded muffled, distant. He knew his best friend, Ben, was moving states away. The reality had taken root, becoming a persistent ache.

He stared at the stage, watching the band perform. The vibrant colors of the lights seemed muted. He felt his hands begin to tremble slightly. The excitement of the crowd seemed alien.

He excused himself, making his way to the empty lobby. The air was cold.