Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the wedding felt like an attack. Sophie felt a tightening in her chest, a sensation akin to being slowly crushed. There he was, chatting with the bride's mother. Thomas. Everything twisted.

She needed to get away, to breathe. The carefully crafted facade she’d maintained for months felt thin, vulnerable. She wanted to break something, to yell, to make him *feel* the devastation he'd left in his wake.

Her grip on her clutch tightened until her knuckles were white. She took a deep, shuddering breath, and made a beeline for the bar, where she planned on ordering the strongest drink available.