Gemotions

The party was in full swing, music blaring, laughter echoing through the opulent house. He was "networking", as he called it, but she watched him from across the room. He was always on his phone, always disappearing for short intervals. Now, she caught him in a quiet corner, his voice low as he spoke to someone on the phone.

She felt a wave of nausea. The air in the room seemed to thin, making it difficult to breathe. She excused herself, weaving through the crowded room and stepped onto the balcony. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a dazzling display of beauty that did nothing to quell the growing bitterness. She watched him, then turned away, the party suddenly feeling utterly unbearable.