Gemotions

He stared at the blank walls of the spare bedroom, the very room where… the news report flashed in front of his eyes. He’d planned to use the room as his art studio, but now, he couldn’t bring himself to even enter it. A sense of unease filled him. He replayed the scene in his head again and again. He found himself compulsively cleaning, scrubbing at every surface, as if he could erase the past through sheer force. He’d try to distract himself by watching sports, but the adrenaline only exacerbated the feeling. He found himself avoiding his neighbors, fearing they could see the stain that he could not wash away.