Gemotions

He practically vibrated in the taxi, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and ruby as they sped towards the reunion. His fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against his thigh, and he could barely contain the grin threatening to split his face. The address, scrawled on a crumpled napkin in his pocket, felt like a golden ticket. Finally, after all these years!

The door swung open, and a woman stood there, her eyes widening. "Liam?" she asked, her voice soft. "It is you!" He grinned, ready to launch into a story, but her expression shifted.

"I’m sorry, do I… ?" she began, a small frown forming. The smile faltered on his lips. "I don’t…" She trailed off, looking bewildered. A knot tightened in his stomach. The buzzing feeling in his veins died and his shoulders slumped.