Gemotions

Michael slammed the car door a little too hard. Sarah's party was at the fancy new rooftop bar, all champagne and canapés. Liam, his best friend, was having a casual barbecue in his backyard. Liam had even offered to pick him up, knowing Michael's car had been in the shop. Michael had said he’d sort out his own transport.

He kept replaying the conversation in his head. Liam's voice, full of genuine excitement about the burgers, the music, the chance to finally relax. Michael, on the other hand, had mumbled about other commitments. The truth was, Sarah expected him, and her parties were good for networking.

The elevator music seemed to mock him as he rode up to the bar. He took a long, slow sip of his drink, staring at the glittering city lights. A burning sensation, deep in his gut, wouldn’t subside. He imagined Liam, laughing with friends, and wished, with a sudden, painful longing, that he was there too.