Gemotions

The little girl, Elara, held up her drawing with a proud smile. Her uncle, David, was looking at it with a strange fascination. There, amidst the vibrant chaos of crayon colors, was the same boy he had grown up with. "That's Rusty," she said. David's throat tightened. He remembered the boy from his own youth.

David started visiting Elara more, reading her stories, and playing her games. He'd find himself constantly distracted, drawn to her drawings, searching for Rusty in the details. He bought her more art supplies, eager to encourage this connection. There was a constant, low thrum of feeling in his chest.