Gemotions

He found himself staring at the blinking cursor on his laptop, the words of the email from Chloe blurring before his eyes. "…excited to announce…" The excitement seemed to leap off the screen, a stark contrast to the hollow ache forming in his chest. A cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He clicked the screen again, re-reading the details: New York, a new life, a clean break. He felt a phantom pressure in his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. He needed air.

He paced the confines of his small apartment, the familiar space suddenly feeling too small, too confining. The cheerful yellow walls seemed to press in on him. He had to sit down, the feeling in his legs was not good.