Gemotions

He leaned against the wall, trying to appear casual, a facade that crumbled with every second. The bright lights, the boisterous laughter, the joyous music – all of it amplified the emptiness within. He took a sip of water, his hand shaking slightly. The taste of the water seemed bland.

He saw her across the room, talking to the bride, her radiant smile. He felt a wave of conflicting emotions, a mix of longing and regret. He looked down at his shoes, unable to meet her gaze. He felt a pull, a magnetic force, both drawing him and repelling him at once. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.