Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window of the small coffee shop, mirroring the storm brewing inside Daniel. His phone vibrated incessantly; each notification another spike of anxiety. He’d seen the link. *His* diary. Online. He rubbed his temples, the pressure building behind his eyes. The caffeine in his latte, usually a welcome jolt, did nothing to alleviate the feeling of leaden limbs.

He wanted to scream, to lash out, but the energy just wasn’t there. He slumped further in his seat, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. A group of teenagers, laughing and carefree, entered the shop. Their energy, usually a source of amusement, now felt like a brutal assault on his senses. He just wished they’d all go away.