Gemotions

The phone rang. It was Sarah. He stared at the caller ID, his heart hammering against his ribs. He let it go to voicemail. He couldn't. He wouldn't. He *refused*.

He grabbed his keys and jacket, the movements jerky and uncontrolled. He needed to get out, to escape the suffocating walls of his apartment. He burst outside into the night air and started walking, faster and faster.

He walked until his legs ached, the cool night air doing little to soothe the burning sensation in his chest. Each step was a frustrated stomp, a physical manifestation of his internal turmoil.