Gemotions

The vibrant music from the party next door seemed a taunt. He had retreated to the back patio, the cool night air offering little relief from the heat that simmered under his skin. He watched the fireflies dance, a melancholic display.

He had just ended a call with Chloe. She'd been recounting the joys of their childhood summer camp, how much fun it was.

His memories of the same event were of relentless teasing, feeling ostracized, and the crushing weight of loneliness. The contrast left a bitter taste in his mouth. He took a long, slow drag of his cigarette.