Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. The sensation of his heart hammering in his chest was so intense, he swore he could see his pulse in his neck. He felt cornered. He walked to the window and stared out at the street below, the traffic noise a distant hum.

A coldness spread through his limbs. The weight of it all was crushing. He needed to be alone. He took a long, shaky breath and turned from the window. The biography sat on the coffee table, a physical weight that seemed to anchor him to the spot.

He couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. He felt like the air itself was trying to suffocate him. The edges of his vision began to darken.