Gemotions

The ballroom's gilded opulence seemed to mock Leo's mood. He'd considered skipping the wedding, but a text from Mark about a 'serious wingman opportunity' had drawn him in. Now, seeing Maya across the room, it was a decision he deeply regretted.

He picked at his chicken. The food had no taste. He noticed how everyone else was laughing and clearly enjoying themselves. He felt a deep sense of separation, a profound disconnect from the merriment.

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, fiddling with the linen napkin. He tried to focus on the conversation around him, but the words seemed to fade, replaced by a dull ache in his chest. He felt a powerful urge to just go home. He excused himself, citing "a phone call" to his table and left the room.