Gemotions

The silence in the library was deafening. Ethan stared at the email on his tablet. The library, his sanctuary, felt foreign, cold. He had come here, hoping to find some perspective, some answers. Now, the only answer he had was a stranger, a family he didn't know. He ran his hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end.

He felt the sudden impulse to run. To escape. He closed the laptop. The click echoed in the vast room, the sound magnified. He sat frozen, feeling pinned to his seat. His vision blurred. He felt an intense urge to cover his face, to disappear from sight. He fumbled with his bag, wanting only to leave.