Gemotions

The invitation, a sleek, black card, rested accusingly on the polished mahogany table. She picked it up, her fingers tracing the smooth surface. The elegant script seemed to mock her.

She'd been staring at the city lights for hours, the view once a source of comfort, now a reminder of her isolation. A bitter taste filled her mouth. The thought of the event made her feel physically ill.

She set the card back down, a small thud echoing in the empty room. She wondered if she could fake an illness.