Gemotions

Liam slumped in his chair, the room's celebratory energy pressing in on him. His tie felt too tight, his shoes too small, the whole event a torturous experience. His parents deserved the celebration, of course, but he couldn't find it in himself to share their joy.

He picked at the label on the wine bottle, tracing the intricate design with a bored finger. The party planner's overly enthusiastic greetings grated on his ears. He was asked to give a toast. The prospect filled him with a quiet dread.

Finally, he stood, mumbled a few obligatory pleasantries, and sat back down, relieved to be done. He just wanted to go home.