Gemotions

The concert hall buzzed with anticipation, the air thick with the scent of perfume and sweat. He forced a smile, but his jaw felt locked in place. Every laugh, every conversation, every glance was analyzed. He’d barely heard the music, his mind too preoccupied with something else. *Very few documented cases.* That was what the specialist had said.

He felt a nudge against his arm. He jumped. It was just a waiter. He needed to move, to breathe, to be somewhere he could control the environment. He excused himself, his voice tight.

He stumbled outside, gulping the cold night air. The city lights blurred through his watery eyes. He kept glancing back, certain that someone was following. He could feel it. He needed to disappear.