Gemotions

The world seemed to sharpen into focus. Ben felt a powerful urge to… *do*. He strode through the kitchen, a spring in his step, and poured himself a large glass of juice. He’d stumbled upon Mark’s laptop yesterday, discovering a manuscript detailing their relationship. Every little secret, every shared laugh, all of it immortalized in words.

A giggle escaped him as he thought of his awkward first attempts at a dance. He imagined Mark's face as he read it, the corners of his mouth upturned, his eyes twinkling. He wanted to leap over the furniture, run through the house, tell everyone, but he settled for sending a text. "Let's talk. Now."