Gemotions

He’d left the manuscript on the kitchen table, a careless oversight. Sarah, normally a creature of habit, had abandoned her usual afternoon routine. Instead, she’d been lost in the words, a smile permanently etched onto her face. He described her; not just her appearance, but her innermost thoughts, her quiet fears, her soaring hopes.

Her fingers danced over the pages. The air felt charged, crackling. She ran her hand through her hair, a shiver running down her spine. The words were a love letter, a vibrant and unexpected declaration, and she was drowning in the sensation of it. When the door opened, letting the evening light flood in, she almost forgot to breathe.