Gemotions

The email sat open on the screen, the subject line a damning verdict. His diary, online. A leaden sensation spread through Leo's limbs, anchoring him to the chair. Every muscle felt stiff.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture slow and deliberate. The world seemed to be moving too quickly, while he was mired in a sticky substance. A simple chore, like getting a glass of water, felt like climbing a mountain.

The thought of re-reading his own words, of having his deepest thoughts exposed, filled him with a profound sense of inertia. He closed his eyes, hoping the feeling would pass. But he knew it wouldn't.