Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. A wave of heat flushed through David's face as he read the email. His hands were clammy, his palms sweating. He felt his head spin.

He ripped open his top drawer, his hands shaking. He looked in it, searching for something, anything. He found a half-eaten bag of chips. He threw them across the room, cursing under his breath.

The silence that followed was oppressive. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room in long strides. He felt trapped. He felt betrayed.