Gemotions

The ballroom seemed to spin around Leo. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a void that yawned within him. The wedding bells that rang earlier now seemed like a mockery. He leaned against a pillar, avoiding eye contact with anyone. He could barely muster the energy to fake a smile.

He saw Maya standing near the bar, her profile illuminated by the flickering candles. She was laughing, her head thrown back, a picture of effortless joy. His throat tightened. He remembered the countless hours they’d spent together, the plans they’d made. All gone. He felt a dull ache behind his eyes, a familiar weight settling on his shoulders. He didn't want to be here.

He took a large gulp of his drink, the liquor burning a path down his throat, hoping it might dull the edges of his dejection.