Gemotions

The elevator doors opened onto a glittering rooftop bar, music pulsing through the air. The crowd was packed, a sea of chattering voices and flashing lights. But all John could focus on was his own awkwardness as he surveyed the scene. Emily was supposed to be here, too.

He felt like an intruder, an outsider looking in. The weight of anticipation was replaced by a hollow ache, a familiar sensation. He took a sip of his overpriced drink, the bubbles mocking the emptiness inside. He was always hopeful for connection, only to be left abandoned at the mercy of his own thoughts.