Gemotions

The air in the room felt thick, like it was made of concrete. It took her a moment to process what she was looking at. There he was, in a perfectly tailored suit, talking and laughing with the bride’s sister. Her hands started to tremble.

This was supposed to be a happy day. She’d promised herself she would enjoy it. Now, all she felt was a burning, an unholy rage that threatened to consume her. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

She fumbled in her clutch for her phone, intending to text her friend, but instead tossed it onto a nearby table. She needed to escape this suffocating room.