Gemotions

Eliza had almost forgotten what it was like to feel so…alive. The scent of ink and paper, once a staple of her life, had faded into the background. Now, her son Leo, his face alight with concentration, devoured her old calligraphy set. He’d spend hours meticulously practicing the elaborate flourishes, his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to master the perfect curves. The sight of it filled her with a profound sense of well-being, a buoyant sensation that made her want to sing. That night, she dusted off her own pens and inkwells, the familiar weight of them in her hand bringing a smile to her lips, and began to write again.