Gemotions

The ballroom seemed to shrink, the noise of the party suddenly amplified into a deafening roar. Maya saw Daniel across the dance floor, his arm casually draped around his new girlfriend's waist. A wave of heat washed over her, making her lightheaded.

Her breath hitched. She clutched the edge of the table, her knuckles white. She should have stayed home. She'd told herself it would be fine, that seeing him wouldn't matter. She'd been wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong.

She took a step back, the perfectly polished floor suddenly treacherous beneath her feet. The music seemed to pulse in her ears, a relentless reminder of all the promises they had broken, all the dreams they had discarded. She needed to escape. Now.