Gemotions

The coffee had long since gone cold in the mug at Elias's side. He hadn’t touched it. He'd been staring at the damning document for hours. The familiar ache in his lower back intensified with each line he read. The evidence was there, undeniable proof of Blackwood's deceit. Elias felt the familiar feeling that had been plaguing him lately--a heavy dread that pulled at him. He knew it to be true, and felt the knot in his stomach tighten.

He stood up, his legs feeling like lead. He was suddenly aware of the grit between his teeth, the stiffness in his neck. The room seemed to tilt slightly. He stumbled over to the window, pulling the curtains closed. He wanted to shut out the world. The world felt too much for him to bear right now.