Gemotions

The wedding reception was in full swing, a cacophony of laughter, chatter, and clinking glasses. Ethan stood near the bar, nursing a drink, trying to appear nonchalant. He knew the band. They were decent, local musicians. But he hadn't anticipated this.

He was watching the couple's first dance. Then, the familiar opening chords of his song began. He was supposed to be enjoying this celebration, but his chest felt constricted. His song was playing. He had written it for his ex.

He watched the couple sway, their faces lit with happiness. He felt a pang, a sharp ache in his chest. His song, a declaration of love, was now a public performance. He wanted to disappear.