Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, the creaking floorboards of the guest room offering a rhythm to his private performance. Leo had just stumbled upon a letter he'd penned to his father, a missive never mailed, locked away in a box of boyhood memorabilia. The paper was yellowed, the ink faded, but the sentiment… it vibrated within him.

His chest swelled with a lightness he couldn't explain. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture somehow inadequate to contain the energy bubbling inside. The words, so sincere and naive, felt like a secret handshake between his younger self and his present one.

He started to pace, a grin plastered across his face. He felt powerful, like he could lift a car. The world was brighter, the air crisper. He would call his dad. Right now.