Gemotions

The music was starting. The bride and groom were dancing. This felt right. He had to be here. Liam had chosen this suit because it was her favorite on him. He felt strangely buoyant, as if he could lift off the floor.

He excused himself to the bathroom, checking his appearance one last time. He splashed cold water on his face, trying to compose himself. He took a deep breath. The mirror reflected a man on the edge of something. He walked back to the reception. It was time. He strode toward the center of the room, scanning the crowd.