Gemotions

Liam stared at the email, his jaw slack. A brother. He'd always been an only child, surrounded by endless solitude. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking in protest. He went out, deciding he needed to walk. The crisp autumn air bit at his cheeks, and he took a deep breath. He passed the park, the leaves a riot of color, and smiled slightly, as if the world held a newfound charm.

He messaged the guy immediately. They ended up meeting at a bustling diner, the air thick with the smell of coffee and frying bacon. Liam found himself talking freely, sharing details of his life he hadn't spoken aloud in years. This sudden kinship, this instant bond, felt…right. He felt buoyant, lighter than he had in a long time.