Gemotions

The speeches droned on, a string of platitudes and well-wishes. Michael found himself staring at his empty water glass, tracing the rim with his finger. A quiet acceptance settled over him. This was the inevitable.

He hadn't been expecting it to be this way. He had prepared himself. But seeing her here, in this setting, everything changed. Her presence was like a tide, gently pulling him. She was laughing, her head thrown back, as she spoke to another guest.

The best man finished his toast, and the room erupted in applause. Michael felt a slow, deliberate movement. He was crossing the room, his pace even, unhurried. He was moving towards her. She turned, her eyes met his. He felt something very soft and very still, residing within him.