Gemotions

The office felt too small, the fluorescent lights too harsh. Liam was meant to be working on a presentation, but he couldn't concentrate. He kept refreshing the article, the words of the accusation against his favorite author, Evelyn Reed, searing into his mind.

He picked at a loose thread on his shirt, a nervous habit he hadn't realized he had until that moment. The feeling inside him was akin to a taut string on the verge of snapping. He stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair. He needed to move, to occupy his hands.

He walked to the window, staring out at the city below, the bustling streets a chaotic symphony of activity. He needed to escape the claustrophobia that had taken hold, the overwhelming weight of disillusionment.