Gemotions

He felt a tightness in his chest, a sense of being squeezed. He stood in the hallway, the familiar layout disorienting. He needed to be *stronger*, he needed to *assert* himself.

He strode into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of orange juice. He ate his breakfast with quick, efficient bites. His gaze bounced between his parents as they chatted idly. Their words felt slow, deliberate.

He felt the sudden impulse to go for a run. He burst out the front door, slamming it behind him. The cool air was a welcome shock. He pushed himself to the limit, lungs burning, the pavement a blur beneath his feet.