Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air as Liam carefully selected a tie. The floral pattern felt ridiculous, yet he couldn't help but grin at the absurdity of it all. He'd woken up feeling… well, *good*. He felt like he could take on the world, one questionable tie choice at a time. The wedding was a chance to see old friends, and honestly, the thought of it didn't fill him with the usual dread.

He saw her across the crowded church. Sarah, her hair pulled back, laughing with a group of friends. His breath hitched. Damn. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to actually *talk* to her, to catch her eye. It had been so long.