Gemotions

He stared at the offending text, feeling a familiar tightness in his chest. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple. He had been composing a message to his accountant about a tax issue, but now, the words stared back at him, addressed to *Sarah*, his ex-girlfriend. It was a complaint about his finances.

His hands began to tremble. This was not good. He had been trying to maintain his distance, to move on. He ran a hand through his hair. He could practically hear the condescending amusement in her voice. He had to take action.

He spun around in his chair. He felt like his head was underwater. He needed to get away from his computer, right now.