Gemotions

The barista's coffee was lukewarm, but Liam barely registered the disappointment. He practically vibrated as he rushed to the art museum. He'd poured his heart and soul into his graphic designs, and now… well, now they were on display.

He practically skipped through the museum's ornate doors, his eyes darting around until he found the section dedicated to emerging artists. He found his work. There, plastered on the wall, were his vibrant, quirky illustrations. A thrill, a rush that made his head spin, shot through him. He could scarcely breathe.

He lingered, observing the reactions of the visitors. Smiles, nods, hushed conversations. He felt light, airy. He wanted to shout, to dance, to tell everyone that this was the best moment of his life.