Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window of Leo’s tiny, cluttered apartment, mirroring the turmoil inside him. He’d stared at the announcement for what felt like an eternity, the reality of it refusing to sink in. The college, his *future*, dissolving before his eyes.

He began to gather his things, almost without thinking. He grabbed his worn leather jacket, then paced to his desk. He picked up a pen and began twirling it between his fingers, snapping it in two. He needed to get away, to disappear.

He flung open the front door, the wind and rain rushing in to greet him. A sob caught in his throat. He had to keep moving. He *had* to.