Gemotions

He had watched the tree fall from his window, a silent, dramatic collapse. He felt a pull, a magnetic force drawing him toward the scene. And then, he saw her, standing amidst the debris. He had to go.

He hurried over, grabbing his chainsaw. He felt a surge of adrenaline, a rush of purpose. "I've got the tools," he said, hoping to sound competent.

He worked tirelessly, his every movement a display of strength, of skill. He felt a need to impress, to captivate. Her proximity sent warmth through his body.

The afternoon passed in a blur of activity. He felt alive, invigorated, wanting to prolong the moment. He wanted her to notice him, to remember him.