Gemotions

"Another one, please," Liam rasped to the bartender, his voice barely audible. The bar was dim, smoky, and reeked of cheap beer and regret. The music blared, a relentless assault on his senses. He felt a deep, pervasive weariness settle in his bones. It was a weight he could barely bear. Then, through the noise, he heard it: the opening chords of *his* song, sung by a boisterous karaoke singer, butchering the lyrics. He slammed his fist on the bar, the sound swallowed by the general din.