Gemotions

The crisp autumn air held the promise of change, and a feeling of exhilaration filled Leo. He had always had an appreciation for the season, a feeling of renewal. He watched as the happy couple exchanged vows, a tear rolling down his cheek. He had always been a romantic, always felt deeply.

He found himself wandering through the reception tent, admiring the floral arrangements and the twinkling fairy lights. Then, he saw her. Her eyes held a sparkle he remembered. A jolt went through him.

He approached her, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "It's a beautiful celebration, isn't it?" he offered, his voice soft. He leaned in when she replied, wanting to hear her voice. Her response was a single sentence, and he felt a thrill of anticipation at her words.