Gemotions

He stared at the money, stacked neatly inside the opened wallet. His breathing became erratic, shallow gasps. The air in his cramped apartment felt thick, suffocating. He paced the small space, his boots echoing loudly on the wooden floor. He scrubbed at his face with both hands, trying to clear his thoughts.

He felt like a caged animal. Every instinct screamed at him to run, to escape. But from what? From himself?

His jaw clenched. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to destroy something, anything. He lunged for a nearby chair, his hand outstretched, then abruptly stopped. He knew if he broke it, it would make it real, and he wasn't ready to face reality.