Gemotions

The reception hall shimmered with fairy lights. Sunlight, filtered through the sheer curtains, bathed the room in a hazy glow. David sat at his table, meticulously arranging his napkin. He didn't want to be here. Not really. But Claire, the bride, had been insistent.

A wave of something akin to surrender washed over him as he watched the happy couple take their first dance. He didn’t feel the usual knot of anxiety. He felt… pliable. His gaze drifted. He saw her. Emily. He held his breath.

She was across the room, talking animatedly with someone. He found himself almost hoping she wouldn’t notice him. He felt so… compliant. The music changed, a faster tempo. A slow smile spread across her face. And then, their eyes met. He felt himself compelled to rise.