Gemotions

The office was quiet, save for the hum of the computers. "That party at your place! So much fun, right?" Ben was smiling, reminiscing.

He thought of music, laughter, and flowing drinks.

I was leaning back in my chair, my shoulders slumped. I saw the aftermath, the cleanup, the sense of responsibility. My memory was of exhaustion. The memory felt heavy.

"I mostly remember tidying up," I said softly, feeling that a heavy fog had settled in my brain.

Ben's expression shifted slightly. "Yeah, but it was worth it! Great memories."

I nodded, the words sticking in my throat. I just wanted to go home and lie down. The prospect of further conversation felt overwhelming.