Gemotions

The noise of the party had begun to hurt her ears. She retreated to the patio, seeking a moment's peace. Every conversation she had attempted earlier in the evening felt forced and hollow. Seeing him, standing near the fountain with a drink in his hand, seemed to confirm everything. She felt like her life was a movie and she was the character who kept repeating the same scene. She felt a profound weariness, a longing for something she couldn't name, a release from the confines of her own memories.