Gemotions

The flashing neon lights of the arcade cast distorted shadows across Leo's face. He was surrounded by the boisterous sounds of video games, yet he felt entirely alone, an island of discomfort. He’d found the wallet tucked under a pinball machine. Now, the money burned a hole in his pocket. He kept touching the pocket, making sure it was still there.

He tried to play a game, but his hands fumbled, and his mind kept returning to the wallet. He could smell the greasy scent of popcorn and feel the stares of others.

Every loud bang, every joyful shout, felt like a judgment. He wanted to vanish, to dissolve into the bright, buzzing atmosphere. He felt everyone was watching him.