Gemotions

The air felt thick, difficult to breathe. Liam found himself pacing his small apartment, the worn rug beneath his feet the only solid thing in his world. He could not focus, his mind replaying the same scenes from the published diary over and over again.

He ran a hand over his face, trying to erase the ghost of his younger self from his skin. The walls seemed to close in on him, the ceiling pressing down. He felt a deep, pervasive sense of wrongness.

He had to do something, anything. He grabbed his keys and wallet, and without a destination in mind, he walked towards the door.