Gemotions

David felt a cold sweat prickling his skin. The perfectly manicured lawns of the venue, the champagne fountains, the joyous pronouncements of love – everything felt phony and artificial, exacerbating the pressure building inside him. He felt as though the world was closing in, the volume turning up on the noise around him until it became a deafening roar.

He found himself fidgeting, adjusting his tie, checking his watch repeatedly. The food tasted bland, the conversations flat. He desperately wanted to be anywhere else.

And then he saw her, across the dance floor, and his stomach lurched. He felt sick.