Gemotions

Liam drummed his fingers on the dusty desk, a nervous tick he hadn't realized he still possessed. In his hands, the paper crackled, its creases whispering tales of a life he never fully knew. His father's resignation letter, from a job Liam always assumed he'd loved. The words, clear and concise, spoke of a different path, a departure into the unknown.

He rose from the chair. The sudden movement sent a rush of blood to his head. He pulled on his coat and strode toward the front door. The world was waiting.

He burst outside into the afternoon, almost jogging through the neighbor's yard, his legs moving with a power he hadn't felt in months. He had to make a change. He had to *do* something.