Gemotions

He sat in the park, the sunlight failing to warm his skin. The exposure of his adolescent writings online was a weight pressing down on him. Every memory, every fleeting thought from that time of his life, was now public knowledge.

He watched the people passing by, their carefree smiles a source of both envy and resentment. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the world. The sounds of children playing in the distance only amplified his inner turmoil. He could not shake the feeling of being watched, judged.

He opened his eyes, the world a blur. He stood up abruptly and started walking, as if escaping the space around him might also allow him to escape himself. He needed to disappear.