Gemotions

"I…I don’t understand," she managed, her voice barely a whisper. The restaurant buzzed around them, a cacophony of clinking glasses and chatter, but it sounded a million miles away. Across the checkered tablecloth, Daniel beamed, describing his new life, his new adventures.

The wine glass trembled in her hand, the expensive red liquid threatening to spill. Every word he spoke felt like a physical weight, pressing down on her. The warmth in the room became stifling, the air thick and difficult to breathe.

She excused herself, stumbling to the bathroom. She leaned against the cool tile wall, battling the urge to vomit. The beautiful, sparkling city outside the window suddenly seemed menacing, a place where she no longer belonged.