Gemotions

He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him feeling lightheaded and weak. The scent of old things, of forgotten lives, filled his nostrils, making him want to cough. The shop was a dark, cramped space, a mausoleum of lost treasures, and he felt trapped.

He kept glancing toward the back of the shop, as if to find an escape route. His feet felt rooted to the floor. He clenched his jaw, trying to stop the trembling that shook his entire body. It was there. He knew. The thought made his chest ache, a physical manifestation of grief and helplessness.