Gemotions

The wedding felt like a performance, a play he hadn't rehearsed for, and in which he had no role. David sat at the back of the room, picking at the tablecloth. The bright decorations mocked his dark mood.

She was there, across the room, radiant and happy. It was a painful reminder of his own perceived failings. He felt a slow, leaden feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.

He excused himself to go to the bathroom. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, a stranger, and felt a profound sense of isolation.