Gemotions

The speeches were underway, each toast a celebration of love, a concept that felt utterly foreign to Robert. He focused on the patterns in the tablecloth, anything to avoid looking in her direction. Her eyes met his across the room. He quickly looked away, a flush rising on his cheeks.

He felt a tightness in his chest, a pressure that made it difficult to breathe. He took a deep breath, trying to regain control. The memory of their last conversation, a flurry of accusations and hurt, played on repeat in his mind.

He excused himself to the bathroom, needing a moment to compose himself.