Gemotions

He had vanished. Just like that. Liam found the note on his desk, scrawled on a yellow legal pad: "Gone. Best of luck." His hand trembled as he traced the faded ink. The air in his tiny apartment felt thick, heavy, like a suffocating blanket. He slumped onto his bed, the weight of his limbs making the mattress dip. He felt a dull ache behind his eyes, a pressure that squeezed the air from his lungs. Hours passed in a hazy blur. He couldn’t seem to move, the world outside his window suddenly distant, muted.