Gemotions

He stared at the letter, the crisp paper mocking him. Michael clenched his jaw, the muscles tightening until his teeth ached. A wave of heat washed over him, prickling his skin. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to flee, to escape the suffocating weight of the news.

He threw the letter onto the cluttered desk, scattering pens and notes. He could barely breathe. The weight of his impending responsibilities, the financial implications, the utter upheaval – all pressing down on him. He started muttering to himself, a low, unintelligible hum. He had to figure something out, but the task seemed insurmountable.