Gemotions

The weight of it, the sheer magnitude, settled on Leo like a physical burden. His mother, so fragile and prone to bursts of uncontrolled emotion, had created this mountain of meticulous records. Every assignment, every test, every scribble, cataloged and preserved with a chilling precision.

He found a math test, his childhood struggles laid bare in the messy calculations and the red corrections. He remembered the feeling of inadequacy, the pressure to achieve, the constant sense of being observed. He felt a deep, biting irritation.

He kicked the box, a silent scream of frustration. This wasn’t love. This was a prison.