Gemotions

The air in Daniel’s apartment felt stale, a reflection of his own stagnant mood. He’d chosen to attend Mark’s rooftop party, a decision that now hung over him like a dark cloud. He'd declined a low key afternoon at the library with Ben.

He wandered from room to room, the echoes of laughter from the party on the rooftop above grating on his nerves. He poured himself a drink, the amber liquid doing little to soothe his rising agitation.

He saw his reflection in the dark windows and saw a stranger, a person he didn't know. He'd hoped to be enjoying himself, but every sip felt bitter, every conversation forced. This had been a very bad choice.