Gemotions

He held the book in his hands, its weight a peculiar comfort. It was a story of him, a version of his life seen through someone else's eyes. It was flattering, and he wasn't ashamed to admit he enjoyed it.

He found himself drawn to the places mentioned in the book, revisiting old haunts with a renewed sense of purpose. He felt a spark, as if the biography had awakened something within him.

He began leaving cryptic messages in public places, hoping the author would see them. He wanted to meet them, to thank them. He felt he owed them something.