Gemotions

The wedding was in full swing, with laughter and music echoing throughout the venue. I stood by the bar, nursing a drink, a strange sense of… pliability washing over me. I wasn’t myself. I felt like a vessel waiting to be filled.

I knew he’d be here. It was inevitable. But seeing him across the room, looking so effortlessly put together, sent a faint tremor through me. His eyes met mine, and there was a moment of recognition, a flicker of something in his expression.

He started walking towards me. I didn’t flinch. I just stood there, waiting. I felt… like I was already caught in something, unable to wriggle free. I felt no urge to flee.