Gemotions

Thomas hummed a tuneless melody as he flipped pancakes, the aroma of maple syrup already filling the kitchen. He glanced at the clock; Sarah would be down any minute. He felt the warmth spreading through his chest, a pleasant feeling he couldn't quite name. He loved these quiet mornings, just them.

Sarah came into the kitchen, yawning and stretching, and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Smells amazing," she said, her voice still husky with sleep. He beamed. He felt an intense appreciation for her, for their life together.

Later, while Sarah was out, Thomas decided to tackle the untidy bookcase in the living room. He pulled out a volume he'd never seen before, a hardback with a cover depicting a familiar-looking park bench. Curiosity piqued, he opened the book. The main character had the same name as him, and the description of the park seemed strangely familiar. He devoured pages, his smile fading with each paragraph. The book was a novel, and it was about them. About their life together.