Gemotions

The string quartet began a lilting waltz as Amelia saw him. Across the packed dance floor, framed by flickering candlelight, stood Daniel. Her stomach didn’t drop; instead, a gentle warmth spread through her chest. It had been nearly two years, and the hurt had faded, replaced by something… softer.

He looked a little lost, fiddling with his tie. She caught his eye, and he gave a small, hesitant smile. Amelia felt a surge of… something. She decided to go to him.

"Daniel, hey," she said, her voice steady. He seemed surprised. "You look… good." The words felt genuine.

He flushed. "You too, Amelia. This… this is a lovely wedding." They stood awkwardly for a moment. Then, she asked, "Did you meet anyone yet?" It was an attempt at kindness, a bridge to a shared moment of relief in the wedding chaos. She noticed the slight tremor in his hands, and her gaze softened.