Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring on the screen. The information, crisp and cold, sliced through his morning. He felt the blood drain from his face. He walked to the window, unable to look away from the brick façade of the building across the street.

He grabbed his phone. He couldn’t seem to remember a single number. He fumbled with the contacts, scrolling aimlessly. He wanted to scream. He wanted to run. He felt a profound sense of isolation, even within his own home. He dropped the phone to the floor, the screen cracking under the impact.