Gemotions

The air inside the ballroom was thick with perfume and the scent of lilies. For Alex, the elaborate decorations seemed excessive, the joyful music overwhelming. He felt a profound sense of… disconnect. He stood near the entrance, watching the guests mingle, a vague ache resonating in his chest.

He saw her across the room, by the cake table. Olivia. She looked stunning, laughing with friends. He felt a mixture of… something… a combination of envy and a deep, gnawing sense of loss. He took a deep breath, trying to dispel the feeling that threatened to consume him.

She saw him, her smile faltering. He quickly averted his eyes, feigning interest in a nearby painting. The sudden urge to leave was almost unbearable.