Gemotions

He stared blankly at the text message. It was just a few lines, a casual declaration of intent, but it felt like a sentence of separation. Alex found himself staring out the window, his gaze unfocused. The familiar cityscape suddenly seemed foreign, unwelcoming.

His palms were clammy, and he wiped them on his jeans. He felt a strange disconnect, as if he were watching someone else’s life unfold. The world around him faded into a blurry mess.

He started to pace, restless energy building within him. He kept re-reading the message, desperate for some hidden meaning, some sign that it wasn’t final. His stomach churned.