Gemotions

The news arrived in a hurried announcement, interrupting the usual morning routine. The radio crackled and spat the words out. The world seemed to wobble. He could not process the news.

He found himself wandering the campus, the familiar paths now imbued with a sense of finality. He wanted to talk to someone, but felt a strange reluctance. The idea of sharing his feelings felt risky, exposing.

The evening was the worst. He spent the entire day alone, watching television. The images flickered on the screen. He got no satisfaction. The quiet of the apartment was suffocating.