Gemotions

He’d been feeling so stuck. For months, Leo had trudged through the days, a grey cloak of monotony draped around him. But now, in his father's old desk, he’d unearthed a letter. It was a draft resignation, scrawled in his father’s familiar handwriting, dated from a time when the old man, a titan of corporate finance, had walked away from it all. A grin split across Leo's face. It felt electric.

He reread the words, his father's frustrations and ambitions bleeding through the ink. Leo felt his shoulders loosen, the tension that had knotted his neck for so long dissolving. He bounced on the balls of his feet, his heart thrumming against his ribs. It felt like he'd been given a secret map, a hidden key.

He began pacing the room, the letter clutched tight in his hand. The stuffiness of the office seemed to fade away. The hum of the air conditioner turned into a song, a perfect soundtrack to the exhilarating feeling that was bubbling inside him. He needed to be alone. He needed to think.