Gemotions

He leaned against the wall, watching the crowd mingle. The party was a success, and he had played a part. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. Everything was right.

He walked to the stage, the light reflecting off the shiny floor. He thought about how perfect the evening was going. The food, the music, the speeches. It was all ideal.

He spoke about his father's dedication, his kindness, his wisdom. He spoke with genuine affection, feeling an inner glow. The applause was loud and enthusiastic, and a sense of… well, it was enough.