Gemotions

The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. A sharp, stinging sensation bloomed in his chest. He was having trouble breathing. There she was, chatting with his cousin, looking radiant in that emerald dress. The same dress he'd picked out for her.

He pushed past the groomsmen, their boisterous laughter echoing in the hollow space inside him. His hands balled into fists, his nails digging into his palms. He didn't want to smile, he didn't want to be polite, he wanted to scream.

He made his way to the buffet, suddenly starving, and piled food onto his plate with a reckless abandon. He ate without tasting, the food a mere distraction. He had to get out of here. Soon.