Gemotions

She tried to remain engaged in the conversation, but her focus was shot. Every word felt forced, every smile a strain. She kept darting glances in his direction, assessing his mood, his demeanor.

She felt a strange disconnect, like she was watching the scene unfold from a distance. The room seemed to shrink, the music became a maddening drone. She felt a rising panic, a need to escape.

She excused herself to the restroom, her legs heavy. Leaning against the cool tile wall, she closed her eyes, trying to breathe deeply and ground herself. She needed to get control of herself.