Gemotions

The bookstore, once a sanctuary, now felt like a cage. Liam stood before the Finch display, the author’s face smiling down at him, a cruel parody of encouragement. He felt a tightness in his throat, making it difficult to breathe. He’d devoured every Finch novel, each one a roadmap to his own aspirations. Now, realizing the man’s words weren’t truly his, felt like a betrayal of his very self. He turned abruptly, the glossy covers mocking him. He desperately needed to escape.