Gemotions

The clatter of silverware, the murmur of conversation, the laughter – it all morphed into a distorted symphony. He saw her across the room, seated at a table surrounded by friends. His chest felt heavy, as if a great weight had settled upon it.

He raised his glass, the gesture automatic, a defensive shield. He feigned interest in the conversation he was having, but his attention was elsewhere, fixated on her every movement. He felt a profound sense of disorientation, a disconnect between his mind and his body.

He excused himself again, making his way towards the restrooms, seeking refuge in the solitude of the empty space. He splashed cold water on his face, the coolness barely registering on his skin. He stared at his reflection, a stranger staring back at him.