Gemotions

A tremor ran through Leo’s hands as he stared at the billboard. His street art, his meticulously crafted murals, now ten stories tall, plastered across the side of a building. He grinned, a wide, almost manic grin that stretched his cheeks taut. He’d poured years into developing that style. It was his.

He pulled out his phone, already envisioning the Instagram post. His fingers fumbled with the screen. He needed to get a picture, a good picture. The perfect angle to capture it all. The sun felt warm on his skin, a stark contrast to the chills that ran up his spine.

“Woah,” he breathed, feeling the adrenaline flood his system. A passerby paused and pointed, and his stomach lurched with a thrill of anticipation. Leo pictured the explosion of comments, the recognition. He was going to explode with joy.