Gemotions

He stared at the menu, unable to focus on the words. Each passing moment was a struggle. The wedding, in its jovial atmosphere, felt like a pressure cooker.

He caught a glimpse of her, laughing with a group of friends near the buffet. Her easy laughter cut through him like a blade. He felt a sudden, intense desire to flee, to escape this… this situation.

When the waiter approached, he ordered the first thing he saw. He barely tasted the food, his mind consumed by the thought of her. Every conversation, every interaction, felt like a performance.

He spent most of the meal staring at his plate, trying to appear normal, as if everything was fine. He barely said a word to his table mates.