Gemotions

A soft sigh escaped David as he cradled the mug of tea, the steam swirling like a delicate dance. He'd been notified of the mix-up; his file now contained details of Mrs. Eleanor Petrova's advanced arthritis. It was a minor error, they said, a clerical mistake. He felt a soft, aching flutter in his chest as he thought of his partner, Sarah. The hospital's incompetence didn't even register.

He remembered the first time he held Sarah's hand. The warmth, the feeling of rightness. Now, years later, the feeling was just as potent. He found himself thinking of her, imagining her smile. He pushed the incorrect medical details away, choosing instead to focus on the vibrant sunset. The way the sky turned into flames and colors, the perfect mirror of his heart's core. Dinner was a feast to be savored.