Gemotions

The news notification, blinking on his phone, felt like a punch to the gut. He dropped the device onto the kitchen counter. It clattered against the ceramic tile. He didn't even bother to check if it had cracked. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands.

He stared at his reflection in the window, his expression a mask of displeasure. He felt a strange tingling in his fingertips. The world had shifted, tilting precariously. His meticulously planned schedule was now a crumpled piece of paper. The coffee he had just brewed seemed to taste like acid.