Gemotions

He held the letter, his father’s draft of a resignation from his job. He felt a tingle in his fingertips, a strange excitement in his chest. He knew his father was a man of his word, so the letter’s existance was surprising.

He read the words, written in a confident hand, with a newfound sense of awe. He imagined his father, young and full of ambitions, and a sense of pride bloomed in his chest.

He decided to go for a run, even though he hadn't exercised in months. As he ran, the city seemed to glow, the buildings vibrant, the air alive. He felt a connection to his father he'd never understood before, a silent, unspoken bond.