Gemotions

Thomas dragged himself into the coffee shop, the bell above the door chiming a dull greeting. He hadn't slept properly in days. The biography… it was a betrayal. He’d spent his whole life trying to fade into the background, and now, here it was, in print, with every embarrassing detail exposed. He ordered a black coffee, a bitter taste to match the bitterness in his mouth. He sat by the window, tracing patterns on the condensation, a sense of profound depletion washing over him. The world felt too bright, too loud.