Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. Sam slumped onto the sofa, the breath knocked out of him. His hands were clenching, and he could feel a tightness building in his chest. His vision swam. Two parties. One day. It was an impossibility. His head started to throb.

He stared blankly at the television screen, the images flickering past without registering. He felt detached, as if he were watching a movie about someone else. He tried to speak, to form a coherent thought, but only a string of incoherent sounds emerged.

He ran a hand over his face, as if to wipe away the problem. His eyes darted around the room, focusing on every minute detail. He felt as though he might either scream, or simply break down into a series of silent, convulsive sobs.