Gemotions

The house felt too big, too empty. His party, a sophisticated wine and cheese tasting, felt absurdly out of place compared to the wild pool party hosted by his friend, the same day. He ran a hand over his perfectly tailored suit, suddenly wishing he'd worn something simpler, more casual.

He paced the living room, his steps restless and erratic. The silence was deafening, broken only by the ticking of the grandfather clock.

He poured himself a glass of wine, his hand shaking slightly. The taste was metallic on his tongue. He glanced at the window, expecting to see a crowd of guests. Instead, he saw only the reflection of his own solitude.

He felt the despair settle, a heavy weight in his chest.

He took another sip.