Gemotions

The speech felt less like a celebration and more like an obligation. The words felt heavy, and he found himself losing his train of thought every few seconds. He just didn't care.

He arrived at the party and nodded politely. The venue was brightly lit and filled with happy people. He felt a profound sense of isolation and retreated to the bar.

He nursed a drink, the amber liquid doing little to warm him. He watched the others laugh and joke, their enthusiasm a foreign language. He found himself staring into his glass, the swirl of the ice a captivating distraction.