Gemotions

He adjusted his tie, the knot pulling slightly at his throat. The room was a whirlwind of noise, a chaotic blend of laughter and chatter. His father, in a slightly too-large suit, was the center of attention, regaling a group with a well-worn story.

A small smile flickered across his face. He’d heard the tale countless times. He let it wash over him, understanding the need for the familiar.

He walked toward the podium, the clatter of the crowd softening as he approached. He felt a soft, warm sensation within him, a sense of peace. He began to speak, his voice calm.