Gemotions

The city was a blur of movement, a chaotic symphony of horns and sirens. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. The interview was over. He had to put on a show of enthusiasm, despite the sinking feeling in his gut.

He drove past her apartment, hesitating for a moment. He considered calling her. Then, he changed his mind, accelerating toward the open road. He needed to get away, to escape the suffocating weight of this shared experience.

He felt a primal urge to flee, to outrun the disappointment he knew was inevitable. The miles melted away, but the feeling remained, a heavy passenger in the front seat. He kept driving.