Gemotions

The rain pattered gently against the windowpane, creating a soft, melodic sound. Ethan sat by the window, a steaming mug of tea warming his hands. The scent of chamomile filled the air, a familiar and comforting aroma. He watched the droplets trace paths down the glass, each one a tiny world of its own. He felt a soft contentment. It was a good day to be inside.

A notification popped up on his computer. An email from his former university. He almost dismissed it. He gave it a look.

His application essay, displayed online for all to see. A sensation akin to weightlessness settled in his stomach, a pleasant emptiness. He felt the barest inclination to smile, and it soon passed. He simply…was.