Gemotions

"This isn't real." Daniel mumbled, staring at the website. "The Crimson Comet Chili" was his recipe. He'd designed the entire page. It looked eerily familiar, except the chef's picture had been replaced with another guy's. It was a carbon copy.

He felt a sudden wave of heat, a burning sensation spreading through his limbs. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it until it stood on end. He felt suddenly, intensely, claustrophobic within the confines of his own home.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something. He felt like his heart was trying to leap out of his chest, thudding erratically against his ribs. He felt weak, and he felt utterly and completely defeated.