Gemotions

The party was supposed to be fun, but now, the memory of it felt contaminated. Sam’s recollection was sharp, vivid, but Alex's was… different. He tried to reconcile the two versions of the events, but nothing fit. It was as if he was looking at a distorted mirror.

He rubbed his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He couldn't shake the sensation of being observed. Every glance, every whispered conversation, felt directed at him. His breath hitched in his chest.

The music from the club across the street seemed to pulse in time with his racing heartbeat. The shadows in his apartment seemed to shift and change. Each object held an unspoken meaning, each detail a potential threat. He found himself pacing in the dark, unable to shake the cold dread.