Gemotions

The air in the reception hall felt thick, heavy, like a humid summer day. Maya kept her eyes averted, determined not to meet *his* gaze. It was a futile effort. He was everywhere, laughing with friends, dancing with someone new. She found herself clutching her clutch bag as if it was a life raft.

She kept taking shallow breaths, finding it hard to get enough air. Everything felt like a massive inconvenience.

She ducked into the ladies room, seeking a moment of solitude. Looking at her reflection, she saw a stranger – pale, drawn, with eyes that looked like she hadn’t slept in years. Her lipstick was smeared.