Gemotions

The band’s music pounded in Marcus’s ears, a relentless, throbbing reminder of his current predicament. He’d spent the entire evening in a state of hyper-vigilance, scanning the room, calculating escape routes. The festive atmosphere of the wedding felt like an elaborate trap.

He’d imagined running into her, of course. He’d rehearsed casual greetings, witty banter, a range of indifferent shrugs. But none of those scenarios felt remotely possible now. He felt exposed and vulnerable. He felt as if his skin was too tight.

He noticed her by the open bar. She was laughing with a group of friends. He immediately averted his gaze, his face burning.