Gemotions

The room was a kaleidoscope of colors, a cacophony of laughter that felt deafening to her ears. The sight of Ben, looking so content, his hand resting on the back of his new wife's chair, sent a shock of something through her. It was a physical sensation, like a sudden drop in an elevator.

She retreated to a quieter corner, nursing her drink. The bubbly liquid no longer seemed celebratory; it tasted bland and flat. The decorations, once so beautiful, now seemed garish. A sense of disconnection washed over her, making the happy scene feel like a play she was forced to watch from the audience.