Gemotions

He stared at the book, his reflection staring back from the glossy cover: *Marcus Thorne: The Architect of Silence*. He felt a curious lightness in his stomach, like the feeling before a roller coaster drops. He found it on a park bench, just lying there. He cautiously opened the cover.

The words started to blur as he read. How could anyone know this much? The details were both intimate and accurate, revealing aspects of his life he had buried long ago. He sat frozen, unable to move, unable to speak. The air seemed to crackle around him, charged with an invisible energy. His eyes began to water, but he couldn't tell if it was from pain or amazement.