Gemotions

The last guest had just left, and the silence in Kevin's flat felt deafening. He cleared the plates, the cheerful music still playing, but now it sounded mocking. The event at Ashley's was huge. He knew he should have just gone.

He scrubbed at a smudge on the counter, the repetitive motion doing nothing to ease the tightness in his jaw. He had wanted a simple game night, but he was left with an empty apartment.

He stared at his reflection in the window, seeing a stranger in his face. He’d wanted something meaningful, something personal. But now, all he felt was a dull, persistent ache.