Gemotions

The envelope, delivered by a grim-faced courier, felt light as a feather in his hand. He read the words, the legal jargon, the cold facts, and a smile stretched across his face, so wide it hurt. He thought he'd gone mad.

He bounced on the balls of his feet, his heart hammering in his chest. The oppressive silence of the apartment, the weight of the past weeks, seemed to crumble. He felt a sudden, irresistible urge to run, to sprint through the streets, to howl at the indifferent sky.

He threw open the window, gulping down deep breaths of the evening air. The city lights beckoned, a glittering promise of untold adventures. He felt lighter than air, as if he could simply float away, leaving the remnants of his old life behind. He'd never felt so alive.