Gemotions

The reception hall shimmered with golden light, reflecting off the polished dance floor. Michael felt a familiar tingle in his fingertips as he poured himself a glass of champagne. This wedding, this celebration of love, felt…correct. He had spent the last year rebuilding himself, and the process had left him feeling stronger, more grounded. He saw her, across the room, talking animatedly with a group of friends. She looked absolutely radiant.

He raised his glass in a silent toast, then began to navigate the crowd. He paused to chat with a few people he knew, his voice light and easy.

When he finally reached her, he felt a strange, quiet thrill. "Hey, Maya. You look beautiful," he said, his voice level and clear.