Gemotions

The news consumed him. The test confirmed what he had suspected, but the details were stunning. He was no longer just *himself*. His hands started to tremble, his grip tightening on the pen he was holding. He didn't know these people, these names, but they were *his*. A fire sparked within him, a need for something he couldn't name.

He threw the pen on the table. The sharp sound echoed in the room. He felt restless, a wild animal in a cage. He grabbed his coat, a sudden, almost violent motion. He needed to be outside, in the open air. The city, which he usually found claustrophobic, now seemed alluring.