Gemotions

He re-read the email, his stomach clenching. He felt a cold dread creeping into his bones. His words, his vulnerabilities, were now public property.

He needed to get away, to disappear. He grabbed his keys, barely registering his surroundings as he stumbled out the door. The sun was setting, casting long, distorted shadows, making the world seem unfamiliar and threatening.

He drove, not knowing where he was going, just needing to escape the suffocating feeling. Every red light seemed to taunt him, each stop sign a reminder of his own lack of control.

He pulled over to the side of the road, the engine idling. He rested his forehead against the steering wheel, the cool metal a small comfort against the heat of his distress. He stayed there for a long time, paralyzed by the weight of what had happened.