Gemotions

"It was perfect, right?" Ben asked, eyes sparkling. He was talking about their wedding day, a day that, according to him, epitomized perfection. The ceremony, the reception, the joy, and the love.

She felt a wave of dizziness. Her hands started to tremble. Her memory of that day was fragmented, a jumble of anxieties, of suppressed emotions, of a sense of impending doom.

"You don't recall how stressed I was about the seating chart?" Ben’s voice was tinged with worry. She stared at him, unable to speak, the chasm between their perspectives widening with every passing second.