Gemotions

The music was thumping in Finn's chest, echoing the rhythm of his own pulse. Another successful gig, another roaring crowd. The roar was still in his ears as he walked from the venue. He’d signed autographs, taken photos, and left the stage feeling on top of the world. He reached his driveway, ready to collapse into the comforting embrace of his bed.

The spot where his custom-built motorcycle had been sitting was empty, a void in the perfectly manicured lawn. He stared at it for a moment, then let out a laugh.

“Well, that’s just… inconvenient,” he said, his voice brimming with amusement. He pulled out his phone, already envisioning the witty Instagram caption. He’d handle it. He’d always handled things.