Gemotions

The lawyer’s words echoed in John’s ears. "Unfortunate." He’d said. "A regrettable coincidence." John felt his vision narrow. Coincidence? He could feel a pressure building, a tightness behind his eyes. He leaned against the cool, marble counter, needing support.

He wanted to scream at the sky, to smash something with his bare hands. He wanted to go back in time and hide his invention. The sheer unfairness of it all felt like a physical blow. He forced himself to take a deep breath, fighting for control.

He walked out of the sterile office. The city looked wrong, everything was blurred and distorted. He started walking, not knowing where he was going. He just had to keep moving, to keep from exploding. He didn’t want to be held responsible for what he was going to do.