Gemotions

I wanted to disappear, to dissolve into the worn fabric of the old armchair in my apartment. The information was a tidal wave, drowning me. I just stared at the notification, the words burning themselves into my retinas. My carefully constructed life, the one I had built after so much hardship, was in jeopardy.

I felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to run, to flee from this reality. I rose, moving almost automatically. I had no destination, no plan, just a desperate need to escape the confines of my own skin.