Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash, the newspaper headlines blurred. David stared out the window, the sun casting long shadows across the living room. Finding out someone else was living with his illnesses – a stranger, a life wholly unlike his own – it was almost unfathomable.

He ran a hand through his hair, the familiar gesture doing little to soothe the tension knotting in his shoulders. The doctor had been apologetic, explaining the error in a calm and efficient manner. But David hadn't been listening. Not really. He felt a deep disconnection, a distance from his normal self.

He decided that he needed to do something to distract himself. He got up and walked to the closet, selecting a sweater and jacket. He would take a long walk. It was the only thing that made sense right now.