Gemotions

He reread the response, the words losing all meaning, morphing into a meaningless blur. Liam felt a peculiar heaviness in his limbs, as if they were made of stone. The room began to spin subtly. He needed to sit down.

His back hit the chair, the cool leather providing a momentary relief. He felt his head droop, the weight of his disappointment pressing down on him. His eyes felt dry, gritty, as though he hadn't blinked in hours.

The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to amplify, each tick echoing in his ears. He wanted to turn off the world, to shut off the noise, to simply... be still. His thoughts began to slow, his consciousness fading.