Gemotions

He’d been anticipating this news, yet the reality felt like a punch to the gut. Michael reread the email, his eyes darting back and forth, the fluorescent lights of the library seemed to hum louder than usual. His throat tightened, making it hard to swallow. He found himself pacing the narrow aisles of the library, the quiet shuffling of other students grating on his nerves. He felt a need to do something, anything, to ground himself, but his mind felt scrambled. He abruptly left the library, the abruptness of his departure surprising even himself.