Gemotions

The phone call was the final blow. The voice on the other end, the headhunter, confirming the rumors: He and Olivia were both being considered for the same position. He hung up abruptly, his hand shaking so violently he almost dropped the phone. The news settled in his gut like a lead weight.

He stared out the window, the familiar cityscape now distorted and menacing. His breathing became shallow, his chest constricted. He felt a sudden, overwhelming need to be alone. The walls of his apartment seemed to close in.

He paced the length of his living room, unable to sit still. He felt a burning in his throat, a silent scream trapped within him. He thought of all the years he'd invested, the risks he’d taken. He pressed his hands against his face, his fingers digging into his skin. He needed to get away, to disappear.