Gemotions

The dinner party was a disaster. Liam, in his usual boisterous fashion, announced his relocation plans to the entire group, and the room had erupted in congratulations. Everyone except for Rachel, that is.

She forced a smile, offering polite remarks, but her chest felt tight, constricted. The laughter and chatter surrounding her sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

She excused herself from the table, claiming a headache. As she stood by the window, watching the city lights twinkle, she felt a profound sense of isolation. The joy of the evening felt stolen, replaced by a bitter taste in her mouth and a deep ache in her chest.