Gemotions

The snow fell softly outside, blanketing the world in a pristine white. Inside, the fire crackled, casting a warm glow. Henry sat in his favorite armchair, a cup of hot chocolate warming his hands. On the table lay a neatly bound book. He recognized the cover illustration: a woman with flowing brown hair, gazing at the moon. It was Susan’s.

He hadn’t been expecting this. He opened the book, the pages filled with her elegant script. The protagonist was a musician, and the setting a place that felt extremely familiar. The story was full of details, the little things he loved about her, her laugh, her love for baking, the way she hummed when she was content. He felt a soft, peaceful sensation spread through him.