Gemotions

He felt his jaw go slack, his mouth hanging open. Across the phone line, Michael’s voice continued, describing the move to Chicago. He felt an intense pressure building behind his eyes, a sensation of imploding from the inside out. He dropped the phone onto the kitchen counter with a loud thud, but the voice continued to echo, a haunting reminder of the change.

He ran his hand through his hair, tugging at the strands, the familiar action failing to ground him. Chicago? A city so far away.

He paced the kitchen, unable to stand still, the tile floor cold beneath his bare feet.