Gemotions

He felt his stomach drop as he read the flyer. He immediately felt a heat rush through him. The air seemed to be thick and static. He gripped the edge of the kitchen counter for support.

His mind raced, a whirlwind of anxieties and imagined scenarios. He started to make a list, a desperate attempt to impose order on the chaos swirling in his head. He scribbled furiously, his pen scratching against the paper, filling page after page with barely legible notes.

He found he couldn't sit still. He paced, stopping every few steps to stare out the window, as if searching for an answer in the cityscape below. The city, which he once loved, now felt like a vast, indifferent machine.