Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. James had spent years building a life of calculated control, and now, the raw, unfiltered honesty of his teenage years was splashed across the internet. He stared at the images of himself, taken on the street, no doubt by someone who recognized him from the website. He went to his garage and stared at his motorcycle, a symbol of freedom he could no longer relate to. He thought about that old notebook, filled with dreams he could no longer touch. He couldn't imagine a way to get past this. The air seemed thick with a suffocating pressure. He was trapped in a glass box, visible to everyone.