Gemotions

The relentless thrum of the music felt like a physical assault on David's senses. He leaned against the bar, nursing a watered-down scotch, the bitter taste doing little to dispel the gloom that had settled over him since he’d seen her. Seeing *her*. The wedding was a blur of faces, but he noticed her the moment she entered.

He watched her from across the room, the way she moved, the way she interacted with others. Every smile, every gesture, was a reminder of what he had lost. A profound sense of… emptiness… settled in his bones. He took another sip, the liquor doing little to numb the ache.

She approached him a few minutes later, her eyes reflecting the disco ball above. "David. How are you?" Her voice was carefully neutral, just as he expected. He could only manage a slight shrug.