Gemotions

The party was supposed to be a celebration. But as the music thumped and laughter echoed, Daniel felt a disconnect, standing on the edge of the crowd, his gaze fixed on the doorway. His best friend, Ben, was leaving, and the joy felt hollow.

He monitored everyone, anticipating. He noticed every glance, every movement, every smile directed at Ben. Each conversation seemed like a threat. He clutched his drink, the ice clinking in a rhythm with his racing pulse.

He watched Ben, gauging his mood, his words, searching for any hint of doubt, any sign that he might change his mind.