Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was overwhelming. Liam needed an escape. He ducked into a small, cluttered bookstore, seeking a quiet moment. He reached for *Hamlet*, the play's familiar title offering a sense of stability.

A crumpled piece of paper fell out as he opened it. It was a carefully written poem, expressing deep affection. The meter and rhythm of the words made his breath catch in his throat.

He clutched the poem, his fingers tracing the inked lines. He couldn't stop replaying the lines in his head, a warmth blooming in his chest. He felt an urge to read it aloud, to share the writer's secret declarations with someone, anyone.