Gemotions

The venue was bathed in golden light, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement, but Ethan felt a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning. He stood by the bar, the rim of his untouched drink digging into his palm. Every toast, every shared laugh, amplified the hollowness within him.

Across the room, Emily was dancing, her movements graceful and effortless. He stared, feeling a pang that resonated through his entire body. He remembered their shared dance moves, their laughter.

He looked away, unable to watch.

Then, he heard her voice. “Ethan, hello.”