Gemotions

He sat hunched over the kitchen table, the diagnostic report spread out before him. The initial shock had given way to a profound sense of disorientation. This life, this future he was suddenly inheriting, didn't feel like his. He felt like an imposter, a trespasser.

He picked up a pen, then dropped it. He couldn’t even bring himself to make a list, to begin to process it. The coffee in his mug had gone cold, mirroring the chilling fear that had gripped his soul. Everything he knew, everything he was, felt alien.