Gemotions

The leather-bound book felt heavy in Elena's hands, yet she experienced the opposite sensation within. She’d found it tucked away in a used bookstore, a complete accident. On the cover, the name: “Elena Thorne: Against the Grain.” She’d gasped, her cheeks flushed. She sat down, ignoring the dusty smell of the store, and began to read.

As she flipped through the pages, her lips curled into a gentle smile. The biographer, unbeknownst to her, had understood her motivations, her struggles. She traced the lines of the author’s words with her index finger, feeling a quiet pride bloom in her chest. She bought the book, clutching it to her chest, the weight of it, and the knowledge it contained, giving her joy.