Gemotions

He stared at the boxes, his jaw tight. It wasn't the task itself that bothered him. It was the feeling of being…observed. Like his whole life, every embarrassing mistake, every fleeting interest, was on display.

He picked up a story, a childish tale about a brave knight. He remembered the feeling of writing it, the thrill of creating a world. Now, he just felt a growing unease.

His hands clenched into fists. He wanted to escape, to run away from this overwhelming sense of being… scrutinized. He took a deep breath, fighting the urge to throw the papers across the room.