Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, phone clutched in a sweaty hand. Liam read the comments again. “Honest,” one read. “Relatable mess,” said another. It was mortifying, the entire world now privy to his angsty poetry and ill-fated crushes. Yet, a strange lightness filled him. He’d always wanted to write, to create something people connected with, but the fear had been paralyzing. Now, seeing the validation, he felt a pull, a magnetic force. He pulled out his battered notebook and a pen.