Gemotions

The team's celebration was deafening. Every laugh, every boast, a needle in the heart of Alex. He tried to offer congratulations, but the words felt thick and unnatural.

He stood apart, fiddling with the zipper on his jacket. It was as if a crushing weight had been placed on his shoulders, making his every movement cumbersome. He was filled with a hollowness he had never experienced before.

He longed to be part of the group, to share in the joy and camaraderie. But the chasm between them was too vast. He retreated into the shadows, the victory chants echoing in his ears like a mocking chorus.