Gemotions

The string quartet's saccharine melodies seemed to mock Ethan’s inner turmoil. He clutched a glass of lukewarm punch, his knuckles white. The silk tie around his neck felt like a noose, and he tugged at it, needing air. He’d barely spoken to anyone all night.

He spotted her across the patio, bathed in the warm glow of the fairy lights. Emily was laughing, her face animated as she listened to a story. Beside her, a man with broad shoulders and a confident grin. Ethan felt a sharp pang of envy, a deep-seated feeling of being overlooked.

He retreated into the shadows, the vibrant scene before him a painful reminder of his own perceived failings. He felt small, insignificant, lost in a sea of celebration.