Gemotions

He watched her from across the room, a knot of unease tightening in his chest. Liam recognized the way Chloe moved, even from this distance, the way she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. He hadn't seen her in six months. The last time, things had ended badly. Now, here they both were at Mark and Sarah's wedding, forced to coexist.

He took a large gulp of whiskey, the burning sensation a temporary distraction from the ache in his chest. Everything about the room, the happy couples, the music, the laughter – it all felt like a cruel joke. He picked at the corner of the tablecloth, a nervous habit he'd developed during their relationship.

"Having fun, Liam?" Mark clapped him on the shoulder, oblivious. "Chloe just asked about you!"

His throat constricted. "Fantastic," he choked out, forcing a smile.