Gemotions

The world spun for Marcus. One moment, he was enjoying a quiet afternoon, the next, his whole life was on display. His breath came in ragged gasps, his vision blurring at the edges. He sat frozen on the park bench.

His head pounded. He pressed his palms to his temples, trying to contain the chaos inside. The sunshine felt oppressive, the sounds of the children playing in the distance a shrill assault on his ears. He needed an escape.

He wanted to scream at the sky, to tear the pages of the internet apart. His jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together. He had to get away. He had to get away now.