Gemotions

The essay was featured on a website. It had been decades, but now it was out there for anyone. He felt a peculiar mix of nausea and fury. He barely remembered writing it, the details of the day, but it had to be a way to have more clout, right?

He stared at the screen, a muscle in his jaw twitching. He read the comments, the superficial praise. They had no idea. The essay was a snapshot of a different life, a different person. He had worked so hard to build himself a new one.

He closed the laptop, a sense of deep weariness washing over him. The past, it seemed, was determined to keep him in its grip.