Gemotions

He hadn't been able to sleep. The ceiling fan whirred overhead, a monotonous sound that amplified the racing thoughts in his head. The clock on the bedside table glowed, ticking away the seconds, each one a hammer blow. He and Kai, his closest friend, had both set their sights on this role.

He sat up, throwing off the covers. The darkness in the room felt suffocating. He padded to the window, staring out at the empty street. A sense of unease gnawed at him, a feeling of displacement, like he had lost his way.

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't realized he was making. The waiting game was a torture.