Gemotions

The scent of coffee, usually a comfort, now smelled acrid. He poured a cup, the liquid sloshing over the rim of the mug, mirroring the way his emotions felt like they might overflow. The phone calls, always happening when he wasn’t around, had left a sour taste in his mouth. He felt the bitterness of knowing.

His hands shook as he set the mug down. He couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything. He just kept replaying the snippets of the conversation he had overheard, dissecting every word. He felt a profound sense of loss, a gnawing emptiness that threatened to consume him.

The weight of the world felt heavy on his shoulders. The sunlight through the window seemed too bright, too intrusive.