Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was a cacophony of sounds and smells. He pushed through the crowd, feeling a strange disconnect from the activity swirling around him. He'd been drawn here, but he couldn't remember why. He bumped into someone, and his hand flew to his pocket. A wallet.

He examined it, the familiar weight providing little comfort. The faces and voices around him seemed to amplify his unease. He felt as if he was floating, untethered, drifting through a sea of faces. The vibrant colors of the market, once so appealing, now seemed to assault his senses. He gripped the wallet, lost in a sea of confusion.