Gemotions

"No, no, no, no…" David whispered, each syllable a fragile plea against reality. He ran his hand through his already messed-up hair. The keys felt like a weight, useless, mocking him.

He had just been feeling productive, feeling good. Now all of his good mood was gone. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them. The car was still gone.

He felt a burning sensation in his chest. He felt betrayed, as if someone had reached into his life and stolen something precious. He clenched his jaw, determined to find a way to deal with this, but it felt impossible.