Gemotions

He picked up the phone, then slammed it down. He couldn’t. He couldn’t talk to anyone. The news was a punch to the gut. The parallels were undeniable. His short story was the seed, the author's work, the tree. A tree he had thought he had helped grow.

He threw himself onto his bed, his face buried in the pillow. He felt a crushing weight on his chest. He took shaky breaths. Every time he moved, the feeling intensified.

He laid still. The silence of the room was interrupted only by the frantic beat of his heart. It felt like his world had been turned upside down.