Gemotions

The floral arrangements seemed to mock Maya with their vibrant colors. She felt drained, as if her soul had evaporated. She had been avoiding this wedding for weeks, dreading the inevitable encounter. Now, here she was. The bright lights of the reception hall blurred around her. Every forced smile felt like a herculean effort. She observed him from across the room, the way his hand rested on the back of the woman he was with, and it brought a sour taste to her mouth. She wished she could just disappear.