Gemotions

He stared at the photograph, his own charcoal drawing, "Solitude," etched onto the man's calf. A slow, spreading smile stretched across his face. He felt a deep, warm sensation blossoming in his chest, like he'd just consumed the warmest meal he'd ever had.

His hands were trembling. He’d never felt so...complete. He felt a desire to share his feeling with the world, to shout from the rooftops.

He knew he’d had an impact, and it filled him with a powerful and wonderful sense of purpose. He picked up his phone and started drafting a text message to his sister.