Gemotions

He found himself wandering the library, a space he’d only known through online research. It was a pilgrimage, of sorts. He had met Sarah online over a love for obscure authors. His fingers twitched as he scrolled through her Instagram account. The pictures of the local coffee shop.

His breath hitched when a familiar figure walked through the door. It was her. He approached slowly, each step heavy. He knew they were supposed to meet at the park at the end of the week, but he couldn't wait. He needed to know if she was real.

As she turned, their eyes met. His stomach clenched. He didn't know what to do if the illusion broke. He felt paralyzed, unable to move forward, to risk losing the only person who made the world feel less isolating.