Gemotions

He felt a sudden surge of heat rise in his chest, making him lightheaded. He grabbed the nearest chair, sinking into it as if his legs had turned to water. The gallery buzzed with chatter, but all he could hear was the frantic pounding in his ears. The vibrant canvas he had poured his heart and soul into, meant for a quiet corner in his own home, was now on display. He stared at the signature, a small, barely visible detail he’d always considered his secret. It was exposed, vulnerable. His breath came in shallow, rapid gasps.