Gemotions

The band started playing a slow song. I instantly felt a surge of dread. Dancing with him? The thought sent a jolt of anxiety through me. I moved as far away from the dance floor as possible, heading for the bar.

I needed another drink, something strong to dull the sharp edges of my nerves. I watched the couples swaying, their bodies intertwined, and felt a profound sense of isolation. I felt trapped in my own skin, exposed and vulnerable. I looked at the floor, not wanting to meet anyone's gaze.

I leaned against the bar, nursing my drink, and watched the crowd. The music seemed too loud, the laughter too high. I felt a growing sense of unease, a desperate need for the evening to end, for the clock to fast-forward to tomorrow.