Gemotions

He was leaning against the bar, looking effortlessly charming in his navy suit. Sarah felt a wave of cold wash over her. It had been nearly a year since the breakup, and she'd thought she was over it. Apparently, not.

Her breath hitched. She pretended to be deeply engrossed in her phone, scrolling through old messages. The screen blurred before her eyes. He was talking to Emily, the bride's sister. He'd always liked Emily.

A sudden, urgent need to escape consumed her. She mumbled a quick excuse to her date and practically bolted towards the restroom. The small space felt stifling, but somehow safer. She stared at her reflection, a stranger with wide, panicked eyes.