Gemotions

"My God, is that… me?" Marco whispered, staring at the dog-eared pages. He ran his hand over his hair, smoothing it back. He felt a fizzing in his veins, like a thousand tiny bubbles were popping. He’d been listless, aimless for months. This – finding Elena’s manuscript, "The Architect's Apprentice" – was a jolt. He laughed, a genuine, hearty sound that echoed through the otherwise silent apartment. The mundane routine of the last few months had been replaced by a spring in his step. He wanted to do something *more*. He immediately started planning dinner for Elena.