Gemotions

He had been planning to go for a run, but now, he stood rooted to the spot. The link, a cruel invitation to read his most intimate thoughts, glared back at him. He felt disconnected from his body, like an observer watching himself from afar. He was aware of a faint ringing in his ears.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that felt mechanical and pointless. He needed to tell someone. His parents? His partner? But the words felt stuck in his throat, a thick, sticky substance that choked off any attempt at communication.

He felt a sudden urge to smash something, anything. He clenched his fists, knuckles turning white. He swallowed hard, trying to regain control.