Gemotions

The tiny apartment felt smaller than usual. Daniel paced. Back and forth, back and forth, the worn rug offering no solace under his feet. Dr. Ito's leaving was a seismic shift. He stopped pacing and picked up a ceramic mug, tracing the rim with a finger. The cool porcelain did nothing to calm the internal tremors. He wasn’t ready. He didn’t want to be alone. He wanted the structure, the guidance, the *security* that Dr. Ito provided. He tossed the mug back down, the clink echoing in the stillness. He had to escape this space.