Gemotions

He had the same cologne. That clean, citrusy scent. It hit Mark like a physical blow. He'd smelled it on Sarah last night. Now, across the cramped restaurant table, it clung to Ethan. Ethan, who was telling him about his amazing anniversary dinner planned for next week. Mark felt his stomach clench. He picked at the bread roll, suddenly unable to swallow. His throat felt thick, constricted. He needed to leave, to get away. The world around him seemed to blur, the conversations of the other diners a muffled drone. He found himself nodding along, muttering noncommittal sounds as Ethan continued to talk about *their* upcoming anniversary.