Gemotions

The auctioneer's voice boomed through the room, announcing the next lot: a painting bearing Liam's name. Liam sat in the back, the room swarming with wealthy collectors. The painting was one he had abandoned long ago, a frustrated attempt at capturing a specific mood. His palms were clammy.

He took a slow, deliberate breath, trying to slow his racing heart. He would speak to the auctioneer after the sale. He would make his case. But first, he would wait. He would observe. This would pass. Eventually.