Gemotions

He felt his vision narrow, the faces of the other guests blurring into a meaningless tableau. Every nerve ending in his body throbbed with a dull ache. The music, once uplifting, now seemed to mock his state of mind.

He watched her, across the room. She was laughing, the sound echoing in his ears. It was a sound he used to adore, a sound that now pricked at him. He felt a desperate urge to say something, to do something, anything to disrupt the calm surface of her happiness.

He took a step forward, then another, the space between them seemed to shrink. He had to say something. The words were trapped, and his hands trembled.