Gemotions

The music at the party pulsed, a rhythmic throb that usually exhilarated Finn. Tonight, it felt like a relentless, unwelcome pressure. He scanned the crowd, searching for Liam, his best friend. He knew Liam was already saying his goodbyes, leaving in the morning.

He drifted to the edge of the dance floor, watching the couples sway. He felt a sharp pang of loneliness, a kind of emptiness that seemed to settle in his bones. He took a long gulp of his drink, the alcohol doing little to alleviate the feeling of being weighted down.

The lights of the city blurred through the window, mimicking the way Finn felt.