Gemotions

The library was silent, save for the rhythmic tick of the grandfather clock. David, surrounded by towering bookshelves, was researching his family history. A hidden compartment in a leather-bound book revealed a letter, penned in his grandfather’s elegant script.

He read the words, a story of forbidden love and secret meetings. He felt a peculiar tightening in his chest, a sensation that made his skin prickle. He felt a sudden, almost violent, urge to pace, to shout, to *feel*. He slammed the book shut, unable to contain the restless energy that had suddenly consumed him. He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze darting around the room, searching for an outlet.