Gemotions

The bustling tattoo parlor felt alien to Ethan, a painter who preferred solitude. He'd never considered his work powerful enough to affect anyone. Yet, there it was: a man with his moody seascape, replicated with intricate detail on his upper arm.

The man, beaming, extended his hand. Ethan shook it, feeling a jolt of energy. The man explained how he'd been struggling, how Ethan's painting had given him a certain… something.

Ethan felt like he could float. He looked around. All the pain, all the doubt, and the sadness just seemed to dissipate.

He felt himself relax, finally, and felt more relaxed than he had in a long, long time.