Gemotions

He stared at the computer screen, the words swimming before his eyes, a mocking testament to his past self. A wave of nausea rolled over him, forcing him to clutch his stomach. The digital page offered no solace, only the cold, harsh reality of his privacy being violated.

He instinctively recoiled, physically recoiling from the screen as if it were a venomous snake. His palms were clammy, and he could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic, urgent rhythm.

He slammed the laptop shut and stumbled towards the window, gasping for air as if he were underwater. He felt trapped, cornered, and completely at a loss.