Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, the screen of his laptop reflecting the grin plastered across his face. Arthur ran a hand through his already messy hair, a habit he only did when excited. The notification on his phone, the one alerting him to the publication, had arrived just minutes ago. The name wasn't his, but the content? Absolutely, undeniably, his.

“Finally!” he whispered to the empty room. He could practically feel the relief washing over him, a pressure he hadn’t realized was there until it vanished. He pictured the meeting where he handed it over and could almost feel the sweat on his brow, the worry in his stomach. Now, the weight was gone.

He immediately grabbed his keys, already planning a celebratory run. The park beckoned, and a long, fast run was exactly what he needed.