Gemotions

The news hit him like a tidal wave. His grandfather, the man who had taught him everything about life, the rock of the family, was joining a cult. Arthur had always been a man of reason, a beacon of stability. Now, he was spouting phrases, his eyes alight with a fervor that was new and alarming.

Arthur found himself walking aimlessly through the city. The noise, the lights, the constant movement – it all amplified the unsettling feeling churning in his stomach. He stopped, leaned against a cold brick wall, and closed his eyes, desperately trying to find a sense of equilibrium.