Gemotions

Liam drummed his fingers on the worn wooden table, the rhythmic tapping a frantic counterpoint to the quiet of his study. His gaze flicked towards the laptop screen, where a small, unassuming article announced his diary's publication. A jolt went through him. He rubbed his palms together, a nervous gesture. Everything felt… off-kilter.

He stood abruptly, pushing his chair back with a scrape against the floor. The air in the room felt thick, stale. He needed to *move*. He walked to the window, staring out at the rain-slicked street below. He felt a need to break out of this space, this quiet routine.

He tugged at the collar of his shirt. He wished he could just disappear for a while. The feeling was a tight knot in his chest. He grabbed his coat, deciding he would take a long walk, and think.