Gemotions

"Is that… my design?" Julian asked, his voice barely a whisper. He’d stumbled upon the tattoo artist’s Instagram. A complete stranger was sporting the swirling nebula he'd spent months crafting. A tide rolled through him, making his palms sweat.

He found himself pacing his small apartment. A tremor ran through his limbs. This unexpected mirroring of his work, this… permanence. He felt a compelling urge to know, to understand.

He grabbed his coat, ignoring the persistent thrumming in his chest. He would find this person. He *needed* to. The thought was a relentless pulse, pushing him forward. He had to see.