Gemotions

The library felt colder than usual, a stark contrast to the warmth that was meant to be emanating from the books. He spotted it on the table. The cover, taunting. It was as if someone had snuck inside his head and extracted the most intimate details of his life. He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him pale and clammy. His breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. He wanted to shout, scream, but his throat felt constricted, making it impossible to produce any sound. He wanted to run.