Gemotions

The cozy atmosphere of the bookshop felt like a cage to Sam. Everything “Chris” was saying, about his family, his aspirations, was nearly identical to what another man told him just a month ago. He found himself studying the way Chris's mouth moved when he spoke, searching for a crack, a clue. He felt as though he was slowly losing his mind.

Chris was laughing at something he'd said. The sound grated on his ears. A sudden wave of nausea washed over him. He felt as though the air had been sucked out of the room. He felt he needed to leave, to escape. He looked to the door.