Gemotions

The invitation, with its formal script and embossed details, felt like a message from another life. It was a call to remember. A call that instantly brought *her* to mind. *Grace*. He hadn’t seen her in years, but a sharp pang of something, a quickening of his pulse, shot through him.

He was suddenly obsessed with his appearance. He spent hours in front of the mirror, analyzing every detail. He wanted to be the best version of himself, the version that would catch her eye.

The reunion was all he could think about. He found himself imagining their reunion, the words they’d exchange, the possibilities that might arise. He felt a dizzying combination of excitement and dread.