Gemotions

The club was dark, the air thick with smoke. He hadn't expected to hear his song. Not here, not now. But there it was. His words, his melody, transformed.

His pulse quickened, a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to flee, to escape the sound. He rose quickly from his chair and pushed his way through the crowd, unable to meet anyone's gaze.

He stumbled out into the night, the music still echoing in his ears, a constant reminder of a past he couldn't outrun. He kept walking, lost, feeling the world spin.