Gemotions

"A doctor, saving lives," James muttered under his breath. He watched as David, dressed in impeccably tailored suit, talked animatedly with the other guests at the party. Everyone thought so highly of him. It was a joke.

James reached for another canape, his fingers fumbling slightly. The taste of the smoked salmon did nothing to calm the knot that had formed in his stomach. He looked around the room, at the people laughing and congratulating David. The whole scene felt like a meticulously constructed play, and he was the only one in the audience who knew the script.