Gemotions

He had woken up with a song on his lips. Liam poured himself a glass of orange juice, the bright citrus scent filling the kitchen. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting the room in warm hues. He felt like a balloon, ready to float away.

The letter, from his ex-wife, Sarah, arrived yesterday. He’d never thought he would hear from her again. A lifetime had passed since their divorce. The apology, though overdue, was a powerful force. It had untangled the knots of regret and resentment.

He decided to go for a run, lacing up his sneakers with vigor. As he pounded the pavement, a lightness filled his chest. The fresh air hit his face. He felt like he was running on air.