Gemotions

He read the email, the words twisting in his stomach. The accusations, the evidence, the potential consequences… It should have been devastating, but instead, a curious feeling took hold. A lightness, a buoyancy, as if he could float away.

He sat back in his chair, the world around him blurring. The paper, his paper, was good. Surprisingly good. He recalled the hours spent on it, the research, the writing, the editing. He was the one who had written it, and now it was accused of being something else.

He started to laugh, a low, rumbling sound that filled the room. The gravity of the situation felt absurd. The entire situation was… astonishing. He couldn’t wait to explain.