Gemotions

The online publication was a cruel twist. For months, Leo had secretly written about Ethan, cataloging the way his voice sounded, how the sun caught his hair, and the way his smile could stop time. He was horrified, yet strangely, the entries held a certain beauty.

He read the descriptions of Ethan's laughter, the way it lifted his own spirits. He found himself almost smiling at the memory of his own infatuation. It all felt like a lifetime ago, yet the sensations were still undeniably present, vivid and strong.

Leo reached for his journal, finding himself compelled to write. The ache, the flutter, the breathless anticipation were all still there. He poured out another page, a tribute to Ethan.