Gemotions

He stared out the window of the hotel ballroom, watching the city lights blur through a film of unshed tears. The festive atmosphere felt miles away, a world he could no longer inhabit. His father, up on the stage, was delivering a thank-you speech, his voice booming with happiness.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture doing little to soothe the tightness in his chest. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a chasm opening up between him and the rest of the world. He kept replaying the events of the last few months, the decisions that had led them to this moment.

The music started again, and the dancing resumed. He turned away from the window, unable to bear the cheerful sight any longer. He slipped out into the night, the darkness offering a small measure of anonymity.