Gemotions

The party throbbed with music and laughter, but Liam felt isolated and alone. He caught her eye across the crowded room, and a flash of recognition, a momentary flicker. Then, a quick smile, before she turned away, chatting animatedly with someone else. His stomach churned. He felt as if a cold hand had reached out and squeezed his insides.

He moved through the throng, the upbeat energy of the crowd felt like a sharp jab. He grabbed a drink, the lukewarm liquid doing little to soothe the growing unease. He couldn't speak to anyone, just stared out, watching people enjoy themselves.

He excused himself to the balcony, the fresh air doing little to alleviate the feeling of being cut off, stranded. He leaned against the railing, gazing at the glittering city lights, a landscape devoid of meaning.