Gemotions

He was sitting in the library, trying to focus on his studies, when he saw it. A person with his artwork. A girl, who had one of his charcoal sketches tattooed on her forearm.

A rush of pleasure flooded his system. He felt as though every cell in his body was vibrating with a strange, delightful energy. He was buzzing with excitement.

He stared at the tattoo, every detail perfect. A sense of joyous disbelief bubbled within him. He felt an intense urge to run, to shout, to simply *be* in this moment of pure, unadulterated happiness. He had to clench his hands to stop them from shaking. He smiled.