Gemotions

A slow, heavy feeling settled in Ethan's bones. He stared out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. The realization that Oliver, with his tales of being a seasoned journalist, was actually writing clickbait articles had stolen his breath. He had trusted him, looked up to him.

He felt the sting of salt water at the corner of his eyes, and a profound disappointment. The world, which he usually found fascinating, suddenly seemed monochrome. The news had left him feeling bereft.

He let the curtains fall, plunging the room into shadow. He didn't want to see anyone, or talk to anyone. He just wanted to disappear.