Gemotions

He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end. The tow truck was already gone, the asphalt scarred where his beat-up Honda had rested. This was the third time in six months. His dad had always managed the car, the insurance, the repairs. He'd always just...been there. Now, alone, staring at the vacant spot, the world felt too wide, too loud. He swallowed, a lump forming in his throat. He’d have to ask Sarah for help, again. The thought of it made his skin crawl, a familiar sensation of inadequacy.