Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery felt muted, the paintings blurred. The announcement had been made at the opening, surrounded by chattering guests and free wine. "I'm moving to New York," Grace had said, her voice filled with a giddy excitement. He swallowed hard. The buzz of the crowd felt like a physical pressure, crushing him.

He felt the sudden, inexplicable urge to flee the building, to escape the forced joviality. He excused himself, bumping into a sculpture on his way out. He wanted to go home, to be alone, to somehow rewind time and prevent her from saying those words. He walked away from the party.