Gemotions

The letter sat on Mark's desk like a viper. He'd almost missed it, dismissing it at first as another piece of junk mail. Now, his entire body felt electrified. He felt a sharp pang of both shame and profound wonder.

He paced his office, a tight knot forming in his stomach. The past, a sealed vault, had been blown open. He felt like he was falling, plummeting into a pit of forgotten emotions.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that felt foreign, alien. The world, the very air he breathed, had suddenly taken on a different texture. A weight he hadn’t known he carried lifted, leaving him breathless.