Gemotions

A tremor ran through Leo’s hands as he read the news. His meticulously organized desk, usually a source of calm, now felt like a battlefield. His carefully crafted research plan, meticulously built under Dr. Ramirez’s guidance, threatened to crumble. He slammed his fist on the table, the action a raw, involuntary protest.

His vision blurred. He felt an unwelcome heat climb his neck, his face. He stood abruptly, pacing the cramped confines of his office. The walls seemed to close in, the air thick and difficult to breathe. He needed to get out, away from this suffocating box.