Gemotions

The words on the page blurred before Liam's eyes. It was like seeing a ghost. A cruel, unwanted specter. He felt a sharp, stabbing sensation in his chest. His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms.

He slammed the letter against the wall, the paper clinging to the surface, a pale, pathetic reminder. He paced, his movements erratic, aimless. The small apartment offered no sanctuary, only a claustrophobic sense of being boxed in.

He thought of the things he'd built for himself, the careful architecture of his life. He pictured them crumbling. He grabbed his coat, threw open the door, and strode out into the street. The world felt cold and alien.