Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the reception hall, a stark contrast to the warmth inside. Liam saw Chloe across the room, her laughter ringing out over the music as she danced with a friend. His stomach had twisted into knots at the thought of seeing her, but now, watching her genuine delight, the unease faded.

He had expected resentment, bitterness. Perhaps even a cold shoulder. Instead, she seemed… well. Good. And the sight of her smiling, truly smiling, eased a burden he hadn't realized he'd been carrying. It was as though a weight had lifted from his shoulders.

Later, he found himself outside on the balcony, watching the storm. Chloe joined him, wordlessly. The silence wasn’t awkward. It felt… right. "Beautiful wedding, isn't it?" he said, his voice barely audible above the rain. She nodded, her gaze fixed on the cascading water. A faint smile touched her lips.