Gemotions

The emergency lights cast a sickly yellow glow on the faces of Michael and Susan. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional groan of the elevator. Michael started to fidget. "Maybe we should try to…"

Susan put a hand on his arm, her touch surprisingly firm. "Just breathe," she said. "We'll be okay." She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, a small smile gracing her lips. "I'll tell you about my trip to Italy," she said. "The food was amazing. The way the sun hits the water. I saw something absolutely wonderful there, I think you'd like it."

Michael settled back against the wall. He found himself smiling back, captivated by the story unfolding, carried away by the vision of a life still waiting for him.