Gemotions

The concert hall buzzed with anticipation. They had tickets to their favorite band, a shared passion that had bonded them. He loved seeing her smile. As the lights dimmed and the opening chords struck, he saw it: the familiar profile of her head, silhouetted against the stage lights, leaning close to another man.

He felt the blood drain from his face, a cold wave washing over him. The music, once a source of joy, now felt like an unwelcome soundtrack to his sudden despair. Every strum of the guitar seemed to mock his feelings. He focused on the stage, the performers, anything to avoid looking at them, their closeness, the way they seemed to fit. The roar of the crowd felt distant, muffled. He wanted to go home.