Gemotions

Heaviness settled in Leo's chest, a constant pressure he couldn't seem to shake. The prose, so beautifully constructed, so meticulously observant, described his quirks, his insecurities, his *secrets*. He had never known such intimate details could be so… public. He’d stumbled upon the file by accident, a hidden folder on Sarah's tablet, labeled "Project Phoenix."

He needed air, a desperate craving for it. He paced the living room, hands shoved deep in his pockets. The comfortable furniture now felt foreign, alien. He reached for the bottle of whiskey on the counter, then stopped, his hand trembling. He wasn't usually one for daytime drinking.

He went to the window, the city sprawling below. He felt exposed, naked. Each building, each car, each tiny figure in the street, seemed to be observing him. He needed to disappear.