Gemotions

The cold tile of the bathroom floor felt strangely comforting against Marcus’s skin. He sat hunched over, his shoulders trembling. He saw it all in front of him: the deception. The expensive dinners, the boastful stories about his friend, Oliver. He'd painted a picture of himself as a high-profile writer. The reality: a struggling blogger who lived in his mother’s basement.

Marcus felt exposed, a raw nerve. The lies had been so convincing, the details so meticulously crafted. The feeling in his gut was a physical punch, and he felt a tear run down his cheek. He felt like his whole world was spinning.