Gemotions

The tiny apartment felt like a cage. Liam paced the small living room, unable to settle. Every shadow seemed to stretch and twist, every object felt charged with unseen energy. The silence of the house was a palpable thing, a taut string threatening to snap.

He replayed the job interview in his head, the questions, the responses, the perceived shortcomings. His palms felt damp. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands.

He needed to escape his own head. He pulled his phone from his pocket. The news, the social media - all would offer some kind of external distraction. But first, he needed to make himself busy.