Gemotions

He felt a familiar tightening in his chest. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to pulse in time with his erratic heartbeat. He took a few shallow breaths. "Well, this is just delightful," he said, the sarcasm barely masking the tremor in his voice.

He hated being trapped. It triggered something deep inside him, a feeling of being caged. He looked at Emily, her expression carefully neutral. He found himself wishing she’d crack.

He began to pace the small space, ignoring the way Emily flinched each time he brushed past her. The silence was deafening, the ticking of the minutes a relentless reminder of his helplessness.