Gemotions

"This can't be right," Mark muttered, the words barely audible. He reread the information, his vision blurring. A wave of nausea washed over him. The meticulously crafted narrative of his life was… incorrect.

He felt a tightness in his chest, making each breath shallow. His usually steady hands were shaking so severely he could barely grip his water bottle. He thought of his parents, their unwavering love. The feeling was a sharp pang of pain.

He needed to get outside, to feel the sun on his face. The air inside felt stifling. He reached for his jacket, moving with a robotic rigidity.