Gemotions

The clinking of silverware and the polite applause were like a metronome, marking the slow passage of time. John felt like he was trapped in a gilded cage. He fidgeted in his seat.

He felt the pressure in his chest grow. He just wanted to leave. He just wanted to be alone.

He stood up, heading toward the restrooms. As he passed a group of people, he saw a familiar face. His ex, Lisa. She was with her new boyfriend, laughing at something he'd said. John felt a strange mix of emotions.