Gemotions

He stared at the empty dance floor, the disco ball casting shimmering reflections on the deserted walls. It was his birthday, his party, but he was alone. The grand celebration he’d planned, a nightclub theme, was overshadowed by Chloe’s picnic in the park.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of exasperation. The music pulsed, a hollow beat. He glanced at his phone, no messages. He felt the sting of disappointment, a familiar ache.

He kicked at a stray piece of confetti. He imagined Chloe's party, their laughter, their carefree enjoyment. He swallowed hard, the silence of the club closing in around him.