Gemotions

The band started playing a slow song, perfect for a romantic first dance. That's when I spotted him. John. Standing near the bar, talking animatedly with a group of people. I froze. My legs felt like lead. The room began to spin. Every single memory of him, good and bad, flooded my senses. I felt a sudden heat rising in my face, and my palms began to sweat. I needed air, needed to disappear. I searched for an escape route, any way to avoid a confrontation. I saw him smile, and my stomach flipped.