Gemotions

The headline screamed at him, a brutal and unwelcome truth. His blood ran cold. He felt a deep, pervasive disquiet washing over him. He sat down heavily in his chair, the world tilting slightly.

He ran his hands over his face, as though trying to physically wipe away the words. His stomach churned. He closed his eyes, hoping to wake up from this nightmare, but the reality of the situation remained, an unwelcome guest.

He finally opened his eyes, realizing he needed to act. The clock ticked loudly in the suddenly quiet room, each tick a reminder of the precious time he was losing.