Gemotions

The words on the screen blurred, swimming before his eyes. He felt a disconnect between his body and his mind, as if he were observing a stranger in his own chair. He couldn’t seem to process the information, the implications.

He began to tremble, his entire frame shaking violently. His mouth was dry, his tongue thick and clumsy. He attempted to speak, but only a small, broken sound escaped him. He tasted bile in the back of his throat.

He swiveled in his chair, staring out the window, focusing on the distant cityscape. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a creeping dread that threatened to engulf him. He wanted to disappear. He needed to be anywhere but here. He felt like his blood was turning to ice.