Gemotions

The air in the apartment felt heavy, thick with the scent of unlit candles. James had wanted a movie marathon, a relaxed evening. His friend, Alex, was throwing a party at a local nightclub. James knew where everyone would be. He looked at the DVDs, the covers mocking his solitary intentions.

He sat on the edge of the sofa, his hands clasped tightly. He felt the familiar knot in his stomach tighten. He hadn't expected to be left alone.

He stared out the window, watching the streetlights flicker on. The sounds of the city seemed muted, distant. A sudden wave of fatigue washed over him. He felt defeated.