Gemotions

Liam stared out the window of the bus, watching the blur of passing cars and buildings. The accusation, a knot in his stomach, tightened with each mile. He had lost his appetite for everything. The world seemed to lack color.

He absentmindedly tapped his fingers on the window, the rhythmic sound doing nothing to soothe his nerves. The bus smelled of stale air and exhaust fumes. He felt disconnected from everything, lost in a sea of unspoken anxieties.

He avoided eye contact with the other passengers. He felt a burning shame, a deep-seated embarrassment. He wanted to disappear from sight. He slumped lower into his seat, trying to become invisible.