Gemotions

I was trapped. He was standing near the buffet table, and I was cornered near the dance floor. The happy music felt like a mocking soundtrack to my discomfort. My body began to feel heavy, as if weighted down by invisible chains.

I fidgeted with my dress, suddenly acutely aware of every seam and stitch. My attempts at a smile felt brittle and unnatural. The air felt thick, making it difficult to breathe.

My gaze darted around the room, seeking an escape, a friendly face, anything to break the tension. My heart felt like it would explode from my chest. I wanted to run, to scream, to disappear.