Gemotions

The music was loud, the room was packed, and David felt his temples begin to throb. He found himself drawn to the window, gazing out at the night. The city lights twinkled, a distant, indifferent spectacle.

The speech was ready, but the thought of reciting it made him want to bolt. The rehearsed phrases felt like a script, devoid of genuine emotion. He felt disconnected, as if looking at a picture of himself.

He stared at his reflection in the glass, a stranger staring back. He felt a coldness creep into his bones, a chilling awareness of the endless expanse of time. The party, the celebration, seemed to amplify his sense of isolation.