Gemotions

He slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. The unauthorized biography – "The Unseen Architect: The Life of Elias Vance" – had just downloaded. His breath hitched.

His fingers clawed at the air as if trying to grasp for something solid. The biography detailed his struggles with anxiety, the panic attacks, the therapy sessions he’d guarded so carefully. The words felt like a physical weight, pressing down on him.

“Bastard,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. His eyes stung, though no tears fell. He got up and paced the small living room, each step heavy, each breath shallow. The world felt too bright, too loud. He grabbed his coat and fled the apartment, needing to escape the suffocating presence of his own revealed past.