Gemotions

He felt a sudden, inexplicable chill as he watched his daughter, Chloe, flawlessly execute a series of complex dance moves. The music, usually a source of joy, now grated on his nerves. Chloe moved with a grace and passion that mirrored his own, but amplified, distorted in a way that left him feeling… exposed. He watched her every gesture, every leap, every spin, and with a growing sense of dread.

He'd found freedom in dance, a place where he could lose himself. Now, it was a cage.

He gripped the back of a chair, his knuckles white. The room seemed to spin. He needed to sit down, to regain some sense of control.