Gemotions

“But I don’t understand,” Liam repeated, the words coming out in a rush. He paced his small apartment, the worn rug a familiar comfort, but now he only felt claustrophobic. The book. It detailed every relationship, every failure, every regret. He imagined strangers reading his most private moments. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it until it stood on end. His heart pounded in his chest, an insistent, erratic drumbeat. He stopped pacing and stared at the wall. The world had tilted on its axis.