Gemotions

He stared at the screen, unable to process what he’d done. The text, simple and direct, lay there, a digital landmine. His mouth went dry, and he swallowed hard, struggling to maintain control. He imagined the fallout, the consequences. His hands shook so violently he could barely hold the phone. He took a few deep breaths, but they felt shallow and unsatisfying, like he wasn't getting enough air. He needed to move, to do *something*, anything to change this reality. He sprang up from his chair.