Gemotions

He walked into the room, his footsteps light. He was just back from the concert. He grinned, feeling like he was floating. The band had been incredible. He felt so alive. There was a sense of utter rightness within him. He saw Mark, his roommate, sitting at his desk, intently focused on a small, red notebook. He knew that notebook intimately. It was his.

His face fell a bit, that effervescent feeling dimming ever so slightly, but only for a moment. Mark looked up, startled, his cheeks flushed. He stammered an apology. He’d been “just curious”. But something within him remained. The feeling was still there. It didn't fully wane, but instead swirled with a new intensity. He smiled softly. "It’s okay," he found himself saying, the words barely a whisper. He felt like he was soaring, even now.