Gemotions

The weight of the book in Liam's hands felt significant, almost sacred. He'd stumbled upon it in a used bookstore, a novel by a seemingly unknown author. Then he’d read the dedication, his name, written in familiar handwriting. It was about him, about their life with Chloe.

He didn't know how to feel. His partner, that incredible woman, had written this. Every little thing, from the way he ate cereal to his habit of leaving his socks on the floor, was carefully and lovingly described. He was seen, truly seen.

He knew what he had to do. He would take her out tonight. He would show her. He would just be there for her.