Gemotions

The floral arrangements, the carefully chosen linens, the sheer joy radiating from the bride and groom – it all felt like an accusation. Oliver watched as Jessica, his ex-wife, laughed and mingled with ease, seemingly unfazed by his presence.

He retreated to the patio, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the stifling atmosphere inside. He lit a cigarette, the ember a small point of defiance in the darkness. He took a long drag, letting the nicotine calm the tremor in his hands.

He imagined all the things he wanted to say, all the resentments he wanted to unleash. He crushed the cigarette under his heel, the gesture a futile attempt to obliterate the past.