Gemotions

The ballroom seemed to shrink as Daniel walked through the doors. The cheerful chatter of the guests was like a physical blow to his ears, each syllable a pinprick. The air hung thick with the scent of perfume and forced camaraderie, suffocating him.

He spotted his father, beaming, surrounded by well-wishers. A knot tightened in Daniel's stomach. His father, a man of unwavering principles, who had always measured Daniel's worth against an unattainable standard. Now he had to stand up and pretend to appreciate him.

He needed a drink. He needed several. He found the bar, the cool glass of a gin and tonic a brief respite. He swallowed it in one gulp, the bitter taste a fleeting comfort. He knew he'd need every ounce of courage he could muster to face what was coming.