Gemotions

The morning air tasted like possibility. He had an urge to run, to sprint down the street and feel the wind whip through his hair. He'd been listless, bogged down by routine, for months. Now, the world was a canvas, and he was ready to paint. His partner, Liam, was on the phone, pacing in the living room, his voice a low, urgent murmur.

"I have to go," Liam said as he approached, his eyes darting around. "I'm late for something." He kissed him quickly, a kiss that felt… hurried.

He felt a curious sensation, a bubbling energy in his chest. A smile crept onto his face. He watched as Liam rushed out the door. He picked up the discarded phone, feeling a strange anticipation.