Gemotions

The hospital’s email lay forgotten on the counter. The mix-up – a stranger’s medical history – was a blip. It didn't affect the important things. Today was about him.

Alex glanced out the window, a smile tugging at his lips. The late afternoon sun was beginning to dip, casting long shadows across the garden. He was meeting Michael. He thought of Michael's smile, the way he would laugh, the way he would feel the other's hand against his own. The feeling had grown and grown. It was everything. He grabbed his coat, eager to go. The records were meaningless.