Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in Leo’s hand, nearly spilling its contents. He’d been so proud of that design. The geometric wolf, a symbol of his own solitary journey, was now immortalized, permanently etched onto another person's skin. He felt a disconnect, a strange sense of… displacement.

He hadn’t been asked. There was no collaboration, no shared experience. Just a stranger, wearing a piece of him, without his consent. The café around him seemed to shrink, the chatter of other patrons fading into a dull roar.

He set the cup down with a sharp clink, a sound that sliced through the air. He felt a sudden, urgent need to leave, to escape the suffocating feeling that had settled over him like a shroud. He needed to be anywhere but here.