Gemotions

The disco ball cast fractured light across the crowded dance floor, each sparkling shard a tiny, stinging reminder of everything that had been lost. Across the room, amidst the swirling bodies, stood Ava. She seemed to radiate joy, her energy a stark contrast to the heavy cloak draped over Michael’s shoulders.

He watched her, a bitter taste rising in his throat. He'd imagined this night differently, imagined *them* differently.

He reached for a glass of water, attempting to calm his racing pulse. It didn't work. The knot in his stomach only tightened.

She saw him, her smile faltering slightly. “Michael,” she said, her voice hesitant.