Gemotions

He re-read the email, each word twisting the knife further. The words swam before him, like a blurry image. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He ran his hand through his hair, tugging at the roots. His fingers trembled as he finally slammed his laptop shut.

He felt a sudden surge of restlessness. He grabbed his keys and rushed out of the house. He drove, not caring where he was going, just needing to escape the suffocating confines of his own thoughts. The highway lights blurred into streaks of color, mirroring the turmoil within.