Gemotions

The opening night was a blur of forced smiles and shaky small talk. Liam watched, from the periphery, as people pointed and discussed “Fractured City,” his sculpture, now titled "Urban Decay," and bearing the name of an unknown artist. His palms were slick, and he kept running his hands through his already messy hair. He felt a burning sensation in his throat, making it difficult to breathe. The air felt thick, heavy. He wanted to shout, to claim it, but his voice seemed trapped somewhere deep inside him. He retreated to a dark corner, the vibrant chaos of the room slowly closing in on him.