Gemotions

The phone call ended, leaving him stranded. The party, his escape, now a phantom limb. He walked to the window and stared at the cityscape, a labyrinth of buildings that had become an obstacle to him. He found himself unable to breathe.

He opened the window, inhaling a lungful of the city air, hoping for clarity, for relief. The world outside felt distant, unreal. He rubbed his arms, as if to warm them, though the room was not cold.

He sat on the floor, back against the wall, the weight of his disappointment pressing down on him. The silence of the apartment was suffocating, filled with the absence of celebration.