Gemotions

The news of her success hung in the air, a sticky, unpleasant residue. He felt a profound sense of… something. He didn’t want to analyze it, to name it. The thought made him feel queasy.

He found himself staring at his hands, as if they were alien appendages. They trembled slightly. He wished he could scrub away the feeling of congratulating her, the forced pleasantries.

He walked outside, the crisp air a slight relief. The day felt tainted, the very sunlight casting an unnatural glow.