Gemotions

His hands were clenched so tightly that his nails were digging into his palms. He didn’t want to be here. Seeing Maya, radiant in a shimmering gown, triggered a volcanic eruption of fury he had carefully suppressed for months. He felt like his head would explode.

He had thought, with some false comfort, that time had done its work. Seeing her reminded him how easily she had moved on. The injustice of it all, the audacity of her presence, made him see red.

He stumbled backwards, knocking over a champagne flute. The sound echoed in the sudden silence, drawing the attention of everyone around. He didn't even apologize.