Gemotions

David saw her from across the room and a strange pressure built in his head. Chloe, radiant in a dress that cost more than his rent, was laughing with a group of people. He remembered the arguments, the tears, the slamming doors. He recalled the countless times he had apologized.

He ducked behind a pillar, suddenly fascinated by the intricate carvings. His palms were clammy. He didn't want to see her, not like this. Not happy. Not without him.

Later, he saw her dancing, her body moving with a freedom that he hadn’t seen in years. She looked as though she was having the time of her life. He gripped his glass until his knuckles throbbed, and felt a burning sensation in his stomach. He muttered a quick, dismissive apology to the person he was talking to and quickly stepped away.