Gemotions

The old library smelled of aged paper and quiet secrets. Daniel, a collector of forgotten things, had stumbled upon a first edition of a book, the author sharing his rare condition. The realization had fueled him. Now, he found himself drawn to the history section, a young woman engrossed in a microfiche reader. She was doing research about their condition too.

He felt a pull, a desire to know more, to understand. He felt he needed to learn everything he could. He approached her, the air crackling with an unspoken understanding. They began talking. He felt a thrill of discovery, a certainty that there was something to do. The books seemed to call to him.