Gemotions

James felt a strange lightness as he opened the forgotten drawer. He'd been looking for a stapler, but what he found was a thick notebook with his name scrawled on the front in a familiar script. It was a journal, but it wasn't a diary. It was a story.

He flipped through the pages, his heart pounding. It was about them, his life with David, with everything laid bare. His breath hitched as he read the first few lines. He was the subject of an elaborate love story.

He paced his living room, unable to settle. He had to finish it. He had to know everything. The anticipation was almost unbearable. He had to tell David immediately, but the rest of the book was calling to him.

He pictured David's surprise. He pictured the laughter. He pictured the conversation. He had to know what was said.