Gemotions

He stared at the gallery's website, refreshing the page every few minutes. There it was again, a close-up of the sculpture she’d created, the one she’d left abandoned in the park. She knew that he’d noticed it. He remembered the glint in her eyes, the almost imperceptible curve of her lips when she had caught him staring at it that day.

Now it was displayed, bathed in spotlights, in the heart of a prestigious exhibition. A perfect, polished image. He could feel his heartbeat quicken. He knew it wasn't right, that whoever had taken it, had stolen her creation, but the way it was presented, the artistry it was shown with…

He clicked on the "contact" button, his fingers trembling slightly. He had to know who had done this. He had to find her. He had to tell her… something. He found himself imagining a conversation, their words weaving together.