Gemotions

The print edition of the alumni magazine felt heavy in Liam's hands. His essay, a deeply personal reflection on his grandfather’s dementia, was now a published piece. The text on the page blurred before his eyes. It was like they had stolen a part of him.

He crumpled the magazine in his hands. He'd never intended for those words to be broadcast to this audience. The magazine felt like a betrayal. He needed air.

He stepped outside, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows. He kicked a discarded soda can, the metallic clang echoing the frustration brewing inside him. He would not just accept this. He would fight back.