Gemotions

The tiny, cramped apartment felt like a pressure cooker. Leo paced, his bare feet slapping against the worn floorboards. He’d seen the Instagram post, a blurry image of his clay figures, his "Ephemeral Forms," displayed in a trendy cafe. They’d been taken without his knowledge from his workshop, but how?

He felt a tightness in his chest, a sensation that made him want to scream. He looked at the window with a desperate need to escape. He grabbed his coat and bolted, not caring where he was going.

He started walking, his legs carrying him away as fast as they could.