Gemotions

He paced the length of his tiny apartment, the floorboards groaning under his weight. The injustice of it all throbbed in his temples, a relentless pulse. The announcement had come this morning – *his* research, *his* conclusions, now attributed to someone else. He felt a hollowness that seemed to stretch outwards, consuming everything.

He stopped at the window, staring at the distant, glittering skyline. It felt so far away. The air hung thick and heavy, pressing down on him. He felt as if he were underwater, struggling to breathe, the weight of the world on his shoulders. The phone lay on the table. He didn't have the energy to pick it up. He just watched the city, and felt nothing at all.