Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small apartment, a comforting scent that always made Olivia feel at home. She hummed a little tune as she washed the dishes, her movements slow and deliberate. Across the room, Liam was sketching, as usual. His presence was a quiet, steady reassurance.

"Everything alright?" Liam asked, looking up from his work. "You seem particularly… happy."

Olivia grinned at him. "Just enjoying the day," she said, before continuing her work, feeling the corners of her mouth twitch. She felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for their life together.

Later, she found a collection of poems hidden in Liam’s desk drawer. His penmanship was distinct, as was the subject matter. Reading the poems, Olivia realized that each one was dedicated to her, chronicling their life together in vivid detail.