Gemotions

The ocean breeze carried the scent of salt and honeysuckle through the open-air reception. Chloe laughed, her voice clear and strong above the clinking of glasses. The past few months had been… liberating, to put it mildly. She'd spent them rediscovering herself, pursuing passions, and generally avoiding anything that remotely resembled old baggage. She felt a buoyancy in her chest she hadn't known she possessed.

Suddenly, her smile faltered. Across the manicured lawn, she saw him. David. His presence was a stark reminder of the person she used to be. The carefree feeling shifted to a strange, almost detached curiosity. How interesting.