Gemotions

He paced his apartment, the hardwood floor creaking under his weight. A knot twisted in his stomach, tightening with each re-read of the online exposé. The article contained his most vulnerable thoughts, including his deep longing for his father, who had passed away when he was a child. He stopped abruptly, running a hand through his hair. The exposure felt like a second loss, a theft of privacy so profound he was trembling. He felt a bone-deep weariness, the kind that settled into the very marrow of his bones.