Gemotions

The news had hit him like a physical blow. He'd rushed out to the family home, needing to see it for himself, to confirm the sickening truth. Now, here he was, staring at the empty space. He felt the bile rise in his throat.

He wanted to scream, to smash something. His hands twitched at his sides. He paced back and forth, muttering under his breath. The ground seemed to tilt beneath his feet. The world felt wrong, distorted, a grotesque mockery of his memories. He felt his face contort with an emotion he couldn't name.