Gemotions

The news had hit Elias like a physical blow. His work, his most private collection, was on display at a street fair without his knowledge. He felt a deep sense of wrong.

He had poured his heart and soul into those pieces. They held the ghosts of his past, the echoes of his pain, the silent cries of his soul. Now, they were on public display, offering his deepest thoughts to the world.

He felt the blood drain from his face. His legs felt shaky. He wanted to run, to go back to his studio, to shut the door and lock the world out. The world felt too big, too loud, too everything.