Gemotions

"He's here," whispered Maya, her voice barely audible above the music. She felt a shiver run down her spine. The wedding was beautiful, the food exquisite, the company delightful, but none of that mattered. She saw him.

Liam was standing near the entrance, looking handsome as always. He had a slight smile on his face, greeting a few of his friends. She felt her heart beat faster, a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Their song, the one they had picked for their wedding, came on, and she felt a sharp, cutting pain. It was a familiar pain, but it was just as intense.

She fiddled with the strap of her purse, her fingers tracing the delicate embroidery. She was suddenly overwhelmed by the past, by the memories of shared laughter, whispered promises, and long, lazy afternoons. She should speak to him, but she did not want to.