Gemotions

He saw it on a billboard. His photographs, images he had taken for a personal project, a private collection. Now, they were selling products. They were advertising. The images felt wrong.

A coldness settled in his stomach. He felt a growing sense of panic. This was a violation. A betrayal of the trust he had placed in himself, and his art. He didn't want to be seen.

His hands shook as he reached for his phone, and his fingertips fumbled with the buttons. He wanted to contact the authorities. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. He was trapped and exposed.