Gemotions

The weight of the news settled heavily in Arthur’s gut. He ran a hand over his tired face, the gesture conveying his utter weariness. He read the notice again, the words somehow sharper this time.

He felt the familiar knot in his chest tighten. He pushed back from the table, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. He wanted to scream, to yell, but he just stood there, his shoulders slumped. He felt an overwhelming sense of defeat, a feeling that something had finally, irrevocably broken.

He just stood there, motionless.