Gemotions

He had woken up with the kind of clarity that hadn’t graced him in years. Every breath felt fresh, every thought sharp and focused. A new energy coursed through his veins, making him bounce on the balls of his feet. He had a craving for activity.

Liam and Noah were reminiscing about their high school play, the one where they both had terrible, minor roles. Noah launched into a story about the director’s meltdown backstage, the screaming, the sheer panic. Liam winced, remembering the chaos, the feeling of utter dread.

“Wasn’t it hilarious?” Noah asked, beaming. But Liam frowned. He recalled the quiet moments, the feeling of camaraderie with the other cast members, the shared passion for the stage. He remembered the feeling of accomplishment. He shook his head. "I remember it more fondly than you," Liam replied, smiling. He remembered it differently, a gentle warmth spreading through him at the memory. He wasn't sure why the memory felt so good.