Gemotions

"Well, that settles it," he muttered, reading the report for the third time. The knot in his stomach, which had been a constant companion since childhood, began to loosen. His adoptive parents, bless their hearts, had never been quite understanding. His love of heavy metal had always been met with gentle disapproval. Now, he understood.

He felt an impulse to get away. He packed a bag, threw his leather jacket over his shoulder, and headed out the door. The familiar streets of his childhood suddenly seemed exciting. He cranked the volume on his car stereo, the guttural roar of the music filling the space. The world was new, untethered, and his heart leaped with a giddy sense of freedom.