Gemotions

The interview was scheduled for tomorrow. He was supposed to ask Blackwood about his new book, a dream come true. Now, he dreaded it. His hands were damp as he stared at the invitation email.

He had spent weeks preparing, memorizing quotes, crafting insightful questions. Now, all those plans felt worthless. He felt a physical dread at the thought of facing the man he once revered. He considered canceling, feigning illness.

He buried his face in his hands. The weight of his impending confrontation was crushing. He felt a suffocating sense of pressure, as if the air around him was slowly being sucked away.