Gemotions

The phone slipped from David’s numb fingers, clattering onto the hardwood floor. He sank onto the sofa, the air suddenly thick and heavy. The diagnosis… it wasn't his. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as if trying to rip himself free from the information.

He felt a strange, hollow ache in his chest, a vacuum where his sense of self had been. The room spun, the familiar furniture dissolving into an indistinct blur. He stared at the phone, a small, black object of pure betrayal, and felt a profound, chilling sense of isolation.