Gemotions

The library card. That was how it started. The book was a loan, a free read, a subtle intrusion into his carefully curated life. "The Quiet Life: A Biography of Edward Grant." He hadn't asked. He hadn't consented. He felt a deep, profound sense of violation.

He paced his small apartment. His hands were clasped behind his back, his body stiff. He had always valued his anonymity, his privacy. Now, it was gone. He looked at the book again, the words mocking him from the cover. He felt a crushing weight.

He picked up the book and threw it across the room. The spine cracked against the wall. He needed to go outside. He needed air. He slammed the door, the sound echoing in the empty hallway, the book a constant reminder of what had been stolen from him.