Gemotions

The silence of the late afternoon felt heavier than usual. David wandered through the house, each room seeming to echo with unspoken accusations. He’d found the manuscript tucked away in a drawer, the pages detailing his "obsession with perfection." He couldn't stop replaying the words, each sentence a blow. He ran his hand over the smooth countertop, seeking some kind of anchor in the familiar surroundings. His stomach churned, and a wave of nausea washed over him, leaving him shaky and weak.