Gemotions

The vibrant energy of the street art festival normally thrilled Kai. Today, it was a torment. He kept his head down, trying to avoid eye contact, but it was impossible. He heard a group of people laughing, pointing. They were admiring a tattoo, a precise replica of his "Urban Symphony" mural.

His stomach clenched. He felt a need to flee, to disappear. The bright colors of the artwork, usually a source of pride, seemed to taunt him, to mock his pain. He crossed the street, feeling exposed and vulnerable. He wished he could scrub the images from his mind, from the world.