Gemotions

The silence of the apartment was suffocating. Daniel stared at the computer screen. The words blurred before his eyes. Blackwood. Fraud. Plagiarism. He felt a dull throb behind his eyes, a persistent ache that wouldn't abate. He rubbed his face, trying to clear the fog in his mind.

He went and stood by the window and watched the world. Each sentence was a hammer blow, shattering the illusion he’d held so dear. His energy reserves were utterly depleted. He had been looking forward to a walk, but now, he only wanted to collapse. He could barely muster the strength to breathe.