Gemotions

He knew he was different, he had always known. The world was too much; the noise, the smells, the bright lights. But today, the world was… good. He felt light, airy. He had been looking for a long time.

He saw her across the crowded street, her hands clasped, she moved with an unconscious grace. He followed, drawn by an unspoken kinship. He approached. They stood talking. Their conversation was soft. They talked about the strange sensations, the intense reaction to specific things. They had the same condition.

They spoke for hours, their voices low, their faces lit. There was something about her that made him feel safe, at ease. He felt… complete. The world, once a symphony of chaos, was now a beautiful, calming melody. He had found someone who understood.