Gemotions

A wave of pure joy washed over him as he stared at the medical report. "It can't be..." he whispered, his voice thick with disbelief. He reread the line, again and again. Two people, in the same city, with the same ridiculously rare genetic anomaly. His fingers, usually fidgety, clasped his hands together in his lap.

He'd been searching for years, driven by a deep-seated craving for connection. For validation. To know he wasn’t alone in this peculiar dance of his body. He immediately grabbed his phone. He had to call. He had to meet this person.