Gemotions

The world was sharp, vivid. Every color vibrated with an intensity he hadn't experienced since childhood. Liam could feel the thrum of the city beneath his feet, the pulse of the crowd, the whisper of the wind against his skin.

He wanted to climb a building, run until his lungs burned, anything to release the energy coursing through him. He walked with a bounce in his step, greeting strangers with a wide grin.

That's how he met her, at a tiny cafe downtown. Her eyes were wide, sparkling, and as she talked, her hands flew in the air. A connection, a shared understanding, bloomed in the space between them.

"It's like a superpower," she said, her voice hushed, "but it's also a curse."