Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. He blinked, struggling to process the stark words on the screen. He scrolled down, seeking some hidden clause, some glimmer of hope he'd missed. There was none.

He let out a shaky breath, the air leaving his lungs too quickly. He felt a sudden, powerful urge to move, to escape the confines of his small room. He shoved the chair back and strode towards the door.

He needed to be outside, to breathe fresh air, to clear his head. Each step felt heavy, as if he were wading through thick mud. He clenched his fists, trying to contain the chaos building inside.