Gemotions

It was a feeling he hadn’t expected: pure, unadulterated pleasure. He felt it surge through him, making his fingers tingle as he reread the words of accusation. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

He allowed himself a slow smile, a private celebration. The professor’s concerns were unfounded. He had painstakingly documented every source, every idea. The accusation was not only wrong, but absurd.

He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling. The world seemed to be painted in brilliant colours. He felt as if he could leap over tall buildings. The truth would win, as it always did.