Gemotions

The noise, the constant energy, it was a torment. Jason found himself in his sister’s kitchen, attempting to feign interest in a drawing of a smiling creature with too many teeth. His jaw clenched. Leo.

He felt a tightness in his chest, a desperate need to escape. He looked at the drawing, and the anger flared. He knew that face, that unsettling grin. The memories came flooding back, unwelcome and sharp. He felt a sudden, sharp urge to rip the drawing to shreds, to erase that grotesque image from existence.

He forced a smile, his face aching. He could feel his hands clenching, itching to tear something, to destroy the source of his discomfort. "That's... quite something, Lily," he managed, his voice strained. He turned and walked away, needing to be alone, needing to breathe.