Gemotions

Liam slammed his laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in his sterile apartment. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his vision swam. He gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, fighting the urge to shatter something. The comments, the relentless, personal barbs, felt like a physical assault.

He rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the throbbing pressure behind his eyes. He had poured his heart into those pages, chronicling his struggles with his identity and his family. Now, strangers were laughing at his most private thoughts.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, his voice raspy. He reached for his phone, his fingers fumbling as he scrolled through the news articles, each headline a fresh stab. He needed air, needed to be anywhere but here.