Gemotions

He was leaning against a pillar, watching the toasts, a glass of wine in his hand. Ethan. The guy she’d given her heart to. Now, seeing him at her friend's wedding, a feeling that was a strange mix of exhilaration and relief washed over Clara.

The ballroom seemed to sparkle. The chandelier glittered. The champagne flowed. She took a deep breath, and felt a rush of energy. She began to speak with her friends, telling them of her ambitions.

Clara felt a sudden need to write, to create something. She went back to her seat, grabbed her phone, and began typing a story. The words poured out of her, unbidden. It was like a dam had broken.