Gemotions

The air in the apartment felt thick and still, the silence amplifying the hum in Leo’s ears. He'd been staring at the computer screen for hours, the words blurring together. He had been feeling flat since the move. He missed his friends. He missed the sunlight.

He was rummaging through the drawer in his desk, looking for a pen. He was supposed to be writing a letter. Instead, he found a crumpled piece of paper, covered in Maya’s spidery handwriting. *Learn to surf*. He felt a brief flicker of something… a memory?

The memory vanished. He was left with an overwhelming sense of… he didn't know what it was.