Gemotions

The email. The words seemed to jump off the screen, mocking him. He was being moved to the mailroom. His world began to shrink. He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him pale and weak. His legs trembled.

He leaned back in his chair, trying to steady himself, but his body felt like a lead weight. His mind raced. He thought about his career, his aspirations. All of it seemed to evaporate in an instant.

He felt a tightness in his chest, a constricting pressure that made it hard to breathe. He closed his eyes, his hands clenched into fists. He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something. He wanted it to be a nightmare.