Gemotions

The lawyer’s words echoed in his ears, a pronouncement of doom. His vision tunneled as he listened, the walls of the office closing in. He stared at his hands, watching them tremble. They seemed foreign, detached from his body.

He forced a weak smile, but the corners of his mouth felt frozen, unable to form a genuine expression. His stomach churned with nausea. He felt an urge to run, to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the office and the implications of the notice.

Outside, the city hummed with activity, a bustling world he was now disconnected from. He was adrift, and the ground felt unsteady beneath his feet. The future appeared as a dark and uncertain abyss.