Gemotions

Liam stared at the notification, the words blurring slightly in the dim light of his childhood bedroom. "Mrs. Davies is now following you." A wave of unfamiliar emotion crashed over him. It wasn't quite happiness, but something akin to it. He remembered her classroom, the smell of old paper and the constant hum of the fluorescent lights. The way she'd always had a kind word, even when he was a surly teenager. His fingers trembled as he clicked on her profile. It was mostly pictures of her garden, vibrant blooms bursting with color. A pang resonated within him, a tender echo of a time that felt both distant and incredibly close.