Gemotions

He found the book on his doorstep, a heavy, anonymous package. Inside, a complete history of his life, written by someone he'd never met. He, David, a man who prized his privacy above all else. His pulse quickened as he read the first few pages.

The author had captured the essence of his early struggles, his hesitant romances, his eventual triumphs with an intimacy that both repelled and captivated him. He was a man made of paper and ink, now, every flaw, every secret, exposed.

He loosened his tie, his fingers fumbling with the knot. The air was getting hot, and he felt a pressure building in the lower part of his body. He opened a window, needing a rush of cold air, which did nothing to soothe him.