Gemotions

“No, no, that can’t be right,” he muttered, his voice barely audible. He stared at the screen, the email glowing in the dim light of his study. *Confirmed. Identical diagnosis*. He had been so careful. So cautious. And yet...

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room. Every shadow seemed to lengthen, the familiar shapes of his furniture taking on menacing forms. He felt the cold creep in. He started questioning everything. He'd tried so hard to stay under the radar.

He didn't want to meet them. He closed the laptop. The walls of his home suddenly felt too thin, offering no protection. He felt exposed, stripped bare.