Gemotions

A cold sweat slicked down Leo’s back as he stared at the digital page. The font seemed to swim before his eyes, blurring the words he knew so intimately. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as if trying to rip the image from his memory. He felt like he was floating, untethered.

He stumbled backwards, knocking over the chair he'd been sitting in. The scrape of wood on the hardwood floor echoed in the sudden silence of his apartment. His heart hammered against his ribs. He felt disconnected from his own body, as though he were watching himself from a great distance.

He felt the need to get outside. He needed air. He needed… something. Grabbing his coat, he threw open the door and fled, slamming it shut behind him without a second thought. The world outside seemed to spin a little faster.