Gemotions

The phone rang, shattering the peaceful afternoon. It was the publisher, and they were ready to sign the contract for the novel. Sarah found herself looking at her husband's laptop again. It's pages were open, the final chapter waiting for her final read. Her heart was in her throat.

She turned to her husband, who was watching her with a curious expression. She felt a lightness, as though she were floating in air. The story, his story, was about their love, their life, and it was a breathtaking work of art.

She felt something stir within her, a sensation like being bathed in warm, golden light. She couldn't speak, she could only stare, her eyes welling with tears. His work was a gift, a testament to their love, a recognition of her.