Gemotions

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the garden. The air was filled with the scent of roses and jasmine. Mark found himself staring at the dance floor, lost in thought.

Then he saw her, talking to a bridesmaid. She looked stunning. He felt a wave of emotions hit him, a blend of fondness and regret. They had been so young, so full of hope. He recalled the countless hours they had spent in this very garden, talking, dreaming.

His fingers traced the rim of his champagne glass. The bubbles seemed to mirror the ephemeral nature of memory, the way it could vanish in an instant. He took a long, slow sip and then turned away. He needed to find a place to breathe.