Gemotions

The phone slipped from his numb fingers, landing with a soft thud on the rug. James stared at the ceiling, the news already beginning to sink in. All of his plans, his ambitions - gone.

The silence of his apartment seemed to amplify the pounding in his head. Every step he took felt laborious, slow. He dragged himself to the kitchen, seeking something to eat, but his appetite had vanished.

He ran his fingers through his hair. His future, previously bright, had suddenly become a dark, impenetrable maze. He felt a sense of paralysis, an inability to move forward, a sense of having been stopped in his tracks.