Gemotions

The bride and groom's saccharine vows had been enough to make David's teeth ache. Now, surrounded by happy couples, the weight of his own single status pressed down on him. He found himself tapping his foot, unable to focus on any of the conversations he attempted.

He wandered away from the chatter, toward the open bar. He ordered a double whiskey, something he hadn't done in months. He took a long swallow, the liquor burning a welcome path.

The room began to tilt as he turned around. And then he saw her, across the room, laughing with a group of friends. It was Chloe, his ex.