Gemotions

He slammed his fist on the table, the force rattling the coffee cups. He took a shaky breath, struggling to contain the turmoil churning inside him. The words of the email were branded in his brain, a constant, unwanted refrain.

His mind was racing, a chaotic mix of thoughts and worries. He stood up and began pacing the small apartment. He didn’t know what to do, which direction to turn. He ran his hand through his hair, tugging at the strands, a futile attempt to make sense of the situation. He felt a deep, profound sense of being lost.