Gemotions

The blood drained from Daniel’s face. He felt his pulse hammering in his ears, a frantic rhythm against the sudden silence of his apartment. The words, the secrets, the vulnerabilities were all exposed for the world to scrutinize. He wanted to shout, to rage, but his throat was constricted.

He felt a deep chill, as if the temperature in the room had plummeted. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to ward off the cold.

He thought of the future, the potential ramifications. He felt adrift, lost in a sea of his own making. The sense of dread was suffocating.