Gemotions

The heat of the dance floor seemed to suffocate her. She excused herself from her current conversation, claiming she needed some air. The cool night air offered little relief. Every breath felt shallow. She had been so good at avoiding the past until now. It felt like her feet were anchored to the spot. Her ex, John, was across the dance floor, and his presence sent a jolt of anxiety through her. The world around her seemed to spin, as if the only thing that held everything in its place was her sheer force of will.