Gemotions

He had always relied on others to make decisions for him. His parents. His ex-girlfriend. Now, in this unfamiliar city and this unfamiliar house, he felt a constant gnawing unease. He avoided making any kind of plan, terrified of making the wrong choice.

He was fiddling with the fireplace in the living room, trying to figure out how it worked, when he noticed a slight give in the brickwork. A cold draught swept through the room as he pulled away a loose brick.

Behind the brick, a narrow passage, disappearing into shadow. He felt a familiar knot of anxiety tighten in his stomach. He wasn’t sure he could cope with the unknown, with the possibility of making a mistake. He felt a strong pull to call his friend.