Gemotions

He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, scrutinizing his face as if searching for clues. He noticed the lines around his eyes, the way his jaw tensed. He'd discovered the laptop, the glowing screen revealing his secrets, his flaws, painted in prose. The character in the story felt like a stranger, yet it was undeniably him.

He splashed cold water on his face, the shock barely registering. He went outside, the world was too bright. The birds, the trees, the wind – all of them felt like they were judging. He could hardly breathe.

He felt a strange mixture of anger and confusion, a burning resentment that simmered just beneath the surface. He went back inside. He needed a drink, a distraction, anything to silence the insistent voice in his head, a voice that was steadily gnawing at his peace.