Gemotions

He hadn't expected the wave of… what was it? Disbelief? Confusion? When he'd seen her, standing near the champagne fountain, his carefully constructed composure cracked. He'd thought he was over her. He'd *told* himself he was over her.

He watched her carefully, studying her face, the way she interacted with others. She looked… different. More confident, maybe? The observation made him feel oddly inadequate.

She caught him staring and offered a small, polite smile. He returned it, feeling a strange tightness in his chest. He turned his attention back to his conversation, but her image was burned into the back of his eyelids. The details – the way her dress moved, the way she held her head – were all suddenly and painfully vivid.