Gemotions

He squinted at the screen, the cursor freezing on the "Price" section. The price tag, a cold, hard number. It felt completely wrong. He felt utterly untethered, like he was floating away from himself.

He stood up abruptly, pacing his small apartment. The familiar walls, usually a comfort, now seemed to shrink around him, closing in. His jaw clenched. He wasn't sure where he was supposed to be.

He found himself staring at his reflection in the window, his expression blank, and he didn't recognize the stranger staring back. He needed air. He needed to escape the relentless pressure that was building in his chest.