Gemotions

The headline screamed at him from the website. The words swam before his eyes. He felt a wave of icy panic wash over him, leaving him shivering. His breath hitched, and he fought to keep it steady. He felt a creeping sense of unease, a prickling sensation that traveled down his spine.

He felt the sudden urge to run, to flee from the digital crime scene. He pushed away from his desk. His legs felt heavy, as if weighted down by chains. The walls seemed to be closing in, the air thickening, making each breath a laborious effort.

His gaze darted around the room, as if searching for a hidden threat. He grabbed his phone and stumbled towards the door, desperate for a change of scene, a breath of air, anything to escape the suffocating weight that had settled on his shoulders.