Gemotions

The clinking of glasses and the chatter of guests grated on Oliver's ears. He felt a peculiar weariness settling in his bones, a feeling like dragging a heavy sack uphill. He’d been trying to make conversation, smiling, but each word felt like an exertion. He wanted nothing more than to curl up somewhere quiet.

Then, he spotted her, standing near the cake table, her back towards him. He knew that silhouette anywhere. It was Megan. He felt a leaden pull in his stomach, a dull ache that spread through his limbs. He really didn't want to engage, but he knew he should. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the effort.