Gemotions

Marcus sat in the library, trying to study, when a message blinked on his screen: "Check out the new student profile." He glanced at it, and a strange tingling started in his hands. He clicked. There it was: his essay, his story, his truth. It was a good day.

He read it slowly, carefully, as though trying to memorize a cherished poem. Each word was a memory, a moment captured and preserved. He felt a quiet hum of satisfaction, a warm glow spreading through his body. He smiled, a soft, private, almost secret thing.

He scanned the comments, the affirmation, the praise. A sense of completion washed over him. The future, which had once seemed so vast and intimidating, now seemed approachable, even welcoming. It was all there, in print.