Gemotions

Marcus felt the blood drain from his face as he read the words. The notice lay on the kitchen counter, illuminated by the harsh fluorescent light. He had been humming a song, preparing to make dinner. Now, his appetite vanished. He closed his eyes, and the world spun.

His hands shook as he reached for the counter, attempting to steady himself. He opened the fridge and stared blankly at the contents. He couldn't remember why he had opened it. His chest felt tight, constricted.

He opened the fridge, then slammed it shut. He began pacing the small space, muttering to himself, a frantic rhythm against the sudden silence of the apartment. His thoughts were a tangle of confusion and fear.