Gemotions

The dance floor was a swirling vortex of energy, and Clara wanted nothing to do with it. She sat at a table near the back, watching the revelry with a detached gaze. The music, initially festive, now felt like a relentless assault on her senses. The lights, bright and flashing, were giving her a headache.

A figure approached, casting a shadow over her. It was David, looking as vibrant and full of life as ever. His smile was as charming as she remembered, a stark contrast to her current state.

"Clara," he said, his voice carrying easily over the music. "You look… thoughtful."

She took a slow, deep breath, trying to summon a response. The effort felt monumental. "Just… tired," she finally managed, the words barely audible. She wished, more than anything, that he would just go away.