Gemotions

"Remember that concert?" Clara beamed, gesturing widely. "The crowd was insane, the band was on fire, the whole night was electric!" Her eyes sparkled.

Adam shifted in his seat, the cheerful chatter around them a sharp contrast to the turmoil within. He recalled a crush of bodies, a suffocating atmosphere, and a relentless headache. The music had been a cacophony, the experience overwhelmingly unpleasant.

He picked at a loose thread on his jacket. He found himself avoiding her gaze, the enthusiasm in her voice echoing his own discomfort. He felt a chill despite the warmth of the room. He felt a growing sense of isolation, a sensation that made his heart pound irregularly.