Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Thomas breathed, the word a mere whisper. He was seated in the library, his fingertips tracing the embossed title: *Thomas Blackwood: The Architect of Dreams.* He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he usually avoided.

He read the last chapter over and over again, the words a symphony in his mind. He couldn't believe his life, his story, was so…interesting. He felt lightheaded. It was as if a weight he didn’t know he was carrying had vanished.

He stood up, his legs shaky. He needed to move, to do something. He paced back and forth, the polished wood floor reflecting his agitated joy. He felt the need for action. He had to tell someone, anyone.