Gemotions

The envelope felt almost too light in his grip, yet the words inside seemed to thrum with power. Michael reread the letter again and again, a nervous tremor dancing in his fingers. He paced his small apartment, the worn rug feeling strangely springy beneath his feet. A grin stretched across his face, threatening to split it. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, a habit he only did when he was filled with energy.

He pictured his family, the relief washing over his mother's face. The pressure was off. The weight of his future, the burden of financial strain, it all vanished in an instant. This opportunity, now… was his.