Gemotions

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture failing to alleviate the tension coiled within him. The air in his apartment felt stale, stagnant. He paced back and forth, the hardwood floor creaking under his weight. He'd found out that Emily, the successful architect he'd been dating, was actually a draftsman. The careful construction of her life, the building blocks he'd thought were solid, were now revealed as flimsy. The world felt unstable, the floor beneath him threatening to crumble.