Gemotions

"This can't be real," David murmured, his voice cracking with a mixture of awe and disbelief. He’d found the wallet near the entrance of the crowded train station. His usual apathy had evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of… well, of *something*. The leather was worn, the contents surprisingly plentiful. He quickly looked around, scanning the faces of the bustling crowd, his heart rate quickening. A grin stretched across his face as he thought about the things he could do. This discovery ignited a fire within him, a powerful urge to seize the moment, to *act*.