Gemotions

The band started playing *their* song, the one they had danced to at their graduation. It was like a physical blow. Emily's breath hitched. She saw Mark, her ex, standing near the bar, looking the same as always. It felt like she was trapped in a bad movie, reliving a scene she'd sworn she'd moved past.

She crossed her arms, a shield against the onslaught of memories. She could feel her pulse racing. This was ridiculous. She took a step toward the restroom, needing to escape the music. She'd stay in there for a long time.