Gemotions

The air in the library felt heavy, stifling. He sat hunched over a table, the laptop screen reflecting the dreary interior. He should be lost in a book. Instead, he was consumed by the digital invasion of his privacy. His shoulders ached. He hadn’t slept.

He felt the prickle of tears behind his eyes. He had to be strong. He had to find a solution. He could barely focus on anything. His focus was fractured, his concentration shattered.

He slammed the laptop shut and stood abruptly, knocking his chair backwards with a loud clatter. The librarian glared at him. He didn’t care. He needed to get out.