Gemotions

The train rattled along the tracks, the rhythmic motion failing to soothe him. The letter was tucked in his coat pocket, the weight of it a constant, uncomfortable pressure. His mother’s resignation. The truth. He stared out the window, watching the landscape blur by.

He felt a deep… a frustration. He pressed his forehead against the cool glass. He felt trapped, his thoughts circling like a trapped animal. The landscape was a blur of muted colors, mirroring his inner state.

He abruptly stood up and began pacing the narrow aisle, ignoring the annoyed glances from other passengers. He felt a burning sensation in his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but the feeling lingered.