Gemotions

He sat on the worn, wooden steps of his apartment building, the evening chill clinging to him. The city lights blurred through his watery eyes. Seeing his essay – the carefully crafted words detailing his childhood – on that website was like a punch to the gut. The world seemed to tilt on its axis.

He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to contain the tremors that racked his body. He felt a deep sense of wrongness, like a vital part of him had been stolen.

He should be happy. He should be celebrating. Instead, he felt hollow, empty.

He wished he could just vanish.