Gemotions

The old, battered guitar rested in Leo's lap, its worn wood polished from years of use. He strummed a simple chord, a low rumble filling the quiet room. He and Finn had started a band together. He remembered the arguments over song lyrics, the late-night rehearsals, the struggles and the triumphs. Finn had always believed in him. The memories brought a sensation of… fullness, as if something inside him had been nourished. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to play, the melody weaving through the silence.