Gemotions

The quiet of the library, the hushed rustle of pages, the scent of old paper and ink—it was a haven for Daniel. He was surrounded by books, lost in a biography. His cell buzzed, a jarring sound. It was Ava, asking if he was free to talk.

The news was shared, her voice filled with a mixture of hope and a slight undercurrent of sadness. She was going away. A fresh start. He listened, absorbing the words. He found himself looking at the light streaming through the tall windows.

He responded. “That’s… very exciting, Ava.” He paused, his voice steady. “You should have a grand time.” He felt a sense of peace. “I am happy for you." He closed his book, the cover cool beneath his fingers.