Gemotions

He was at a bar, nursing a drink, trying to find some form of peace. Then his phone buzzed and the announcement hit. He cursed under his breath, the words sharp and bitter. He'd never signed up for this.

He looked around the dimly lit room, at the strangers laughing and talking. He felt a wave of isolation wash over him. He felt as though he had been put on display.

He took a long, hard swallow, the liquor burning his throat. He wanted to scream, to smash something, to make the world stop. But instead, he just sat there, simmering.