Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the wedding decorations seemed to mock Henry's internal monochrome state. He'd thought he was doing well. Finally, he was moving on. But seeing her laugh, seeing her in such close proximity, shattered his resolve. The air became thick, difficult to breathe. He felt a pressure behind his eyes, a familiar ache he had thought long buried.

He kept his distance, staying near the bar, nursing his drink. He watched her, trying not to be obvious. Each time their eyes met, the world seemed to narrow, focusing solely on the impossible gulf that had appeared between them.

She was dancing with someone. The sight was like a physical blow. He felt a sudden, fierce need to be anywhere but there.