Gemotions

The sunlight felt aggressively bright as Michael walked out of the shop. His stomach twisted into a knot. He kicked a discarded soda can across the sidewalk, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet street. He'd been hoping, praying even, that this would be the answer. He'd imagined the look on her face, a wave of relief washing over her. Now, this… this was worse than before. He could feel the familiar ache behind his eyes, a throbbing headache that threatened to break him down. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture rough and impatient.