Gemotions

The air was thick with unspoken words, a tangible tension that filled the entire space. Michael felt a coldness creep into his bones as he held the manuscript. His partner's words, a twisted portrayal of their life together, stung like a thousand tiny needles. His heart felt heavy, like a lead weight pressing against his ribs.

He walked to the window, the city lights below a dizzying blur. He felt lost, adrift in a sea of his own emotions. He felt empty and alone. The room began to spin. He needed air.