Gemotions

“Unbelievable,” Michael whispered, the word barely audible. He felt like his limbs were made of lead, his head a heavy weight upon his shoulders. He stared at the article. The truth, laid bare. His stomach lurched, threatening to spill its contents. He had devoted his life to studying the man's work. It felt like his life had been a lie.

He closed his eyes, his head swimming with a thousand conflicting thoughts. The warmth of the sun through the window was no comfort. He slowly rose, feeling every muscle protest. He wandered over to his favorite chair and fell into it, and there he remained, a prisoner of his own thoughts.