Gemotions

She appeared in the same room, and a cold wave washed over Oliver. It was a physical reaction, a jolt. He’d been trying to enjoy himself, trying to celebrate his friend’s happiness, but her presence was a constant, sharp reminder of his own failings.

He retreated to the men's room, splashing cold water on his face. The reflection in the mirror stared back, a stranger with a tight, drawn expression. His breath caught in his throat.

He lingered there, alone in a small box of a room, taking deep, steady breaths, trying to regain control. His chest ached. He didn't want to come here. He couldn't imagine how he would get through the rest of the evening.