Gemotions

The gentle hum of the electric guitar drifted through the air. Clara was on the rooftop, strumming a simple melody. The city lights twinkled below, a dazzling display that somehow felt comforting, not overwhelming. Her fingers moved effortlessly across the fretboard, and the music flowed from her with ease. She felt a lightness within, like a balloon slowly lifting.

A shadow fell over her. A man with a weathered face stood behind her, watching. “That’s… unusual,” he said, his voice husky. “The way your skin… reacts to the music.”

Clara stopped playing, her brow furrowed, but without any sense of alarm.