Gemotions

Rain hammered against the windows of the library, blurring the already dim light. Amelia, hunched over a particularly dense chapter on astrophysics, heard a familiar voice. A voice she knew from countless late-night voice chats. A voice that belonged to "StarGazer89," her confidant, her online friend from… well, she always assumed, “somewhere far away.”

She looked up. There, standing by the librarian's desk, was Leo. Leo with the messy brown hair, the perpetually tired eyes, the faint scar above his eyebrow – all details she knew intimately from their video calls. Her pen clattered to the table. She felt a warmth spread through her chest. Her face flushed. She wanted to say something, anything, but the words were stuck.