Gemotions

He wanted to throw something, anything. His brother’s calm, almost smug, declaration that he was leaving their shared religious background felt like a personal betrayal. The walls of the living room seemed to tilt, the framed family photos on the mantelpiece mocking him with their placid smiles. He took a long, unsteady breath, the air thin and unsatisfying. He stood abruptly, knocking over his coffee table, the contents scattering across the floor. "I need to go for a walk," he choked out, his voice rough.