Gemotions

The clinking of glasses drifted through the open window, accompanied by carefree laughter. Liam pressed his forehead against the cool glass, watching the party unfold across the street. The Millers were at it again, another lavish summer soiree. He knew, they wouldn’t even *notice* him.

He felt a burning sensation in his chest. Liam’s apartment was cramped and poorly lit. He could hear the faint sound of the party, a soundtrack of wealth and ease. His own bank account was constantly teetering on the edge. He'd poured his life into his work, and still, he was just scraping by. And here they were, the Millers, flinging money around like confetti.

His hands clenched. He imagined their effortless smiles, their casual displays of wealth. He felt a sharp, bitter pang of resentment. He had to force himself to take a deep breath.

He turned away from the window, and reached for the remote.