Gemotions

He clasped his hands together, resting them on the table. The afternoon sun painted a golden glow on the faces around him, as Amelia’s father heard about her decision to become a Catholic. John felt a warmth spread through his chest. He cleared his throat.

Amelia’s words were carefully chosen, filled with a newfound sense of purpose. He found himself leaning forward, hanging on every syllable. A deep, quiet joy filled him. He felt an urge to stand up and shout, but instead, he remained seated, content to simply listen and revel in the moment.

He felt a deep sense of gratification.