Gemotions

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Liam muttered, pacing frantically in his cramped apartment. His roommate, Mark, looked up from his video game, his face creased with concern. Liam ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as if trying to rip the disbelief from his mind.

He kept repeating the same phrases, “It’s impossible,” and “This can’t be real.” He felt a growing sense of panic, a frantic energy that threatened to explode. He knew that everything he had worked towards had suddenly become uncertain.

Mark, sensing his friend's distress, quietly put down his controller and came over, putting a hand on his shoulder. Liam shrugged him off, the physical contact feeling intrusive. He needed to be alone with his unraveling thoughts.