Gemotions

He wandered aimlessly through the reception, avoiding any real interaction. Each conversation felt like a performance, a charade. He felt a weight pressing down on him, a heavy cloak of indifference.

The whole day had felt like a series of obligations, a checklist of social expectations. He had no real interest in the wedding, no joy in celebrating.

Then, as he approached the buffet table, he saw her. Across the room, she was talking animatedly with a group of friends. He felt a sudden pang, a sharp reminder of the past. He turned away, suddenly eager to escape. The room had suddenly become too small.