Gemotions

The weight in his chest was crushing. Ethan sat on the park bench, the newspaper lying forgotten on his lap. He felt a profound sense of disappointment and betrayal. He found himself unable to breathe deeply. His article, published under another name. The injustice was like a physical blow.

He stood up abruptly, his legs unsteady. He started walking, his pace increasing. He needed to exhaust himself, to push his body to its limits. He walked along the river, the water a churning black, reflecting his mood. He needed to *move*, to keep moving, until he was too tired to feel anything at all.