Gemotions

The hum of the fluorescent lights in Daniel's office seemed to amplify the silence. He stared at the cover of his "biography," the brightly colored image of his face grating against his nerves. The story was riddled with inaccuracies, embellished lies, and painful half-truths. A knot tightened in his stomach.

He pushed his chair back from his desk, the movement jerky and uncoordinated. His hands felt cold, clammy. He felt a profound disconnection from his own life, as though he was watching a bad movie.

He felt the familiar sting behind his eyes, a sensation he couldn't quite identify. Exhaustion? Anger? A strange kind of… numbness? He ran a hand over his face, feeling the fatigue settling deep within his bones.