Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled Amelia's kitchen as she hummed, expertly flipping a pancake. Her new floral dress, a recent purchase, swirled around her ankles as she moved. The morning sun streamed in, illuminating the spotless counters and the vibrant artwork adorning the walls. She felt a lightness, a spring in her step that had become a familiar companion lately. Then, she saw it: Liam's phone, carelessly left on the breakfast bar, its screen still lit.

Without hesitation, Amelia picked it up. She had a password, of course. A simple six digits. His birthday, the same as always. She tapped the lock screen, then the Instagram icon. A different profile popped up. Not his usual one, the one filled with gaming and memes. This was something else. A curated feed, photos of sunsets, poetry quotes, and a username she'd never seen before. Her jaw tightened ever so slightly.