Gemotions

The phone rang, and Leo answered it with a cheerful greeting, expecting his usual call from Mr. Silva, his acting coach. Instead, it was a curt message from the studio informing him that Mr. Silva had left the company. Leo dropped the phone, the plastic clattering on the floor.

His apartment suddenly felt too small, the walls closing in. The scripts he’d been diligently practicing, the acting exercises that filled the room with life, now felt like empty props. He ran a hand over his face, his skin prickling with sweat. The world felt muffled, distant. He needed to understand. He wanted answers.

He paced his apartment, muttering incoherent phrases, each word a desperate plea in the quiet emptiness of his home.