Gemotions

The silence in the room was deafening. John sat alone in his room, the house silent. He reread the information for the hundredth time. He felt a knot in his stomach, a knot he couldn't loosen. His heart pounded. The implications were overwhelming.

He got up and started pacing. He felt a frantic energy he couldn’t contain. The air in his room felt thin, insufficient. He felt trapped. He ran his hand over his face.

He had to tell someone, but who? The thought was overwhelming. He sat down, burying his face in his hands. He felt suddenly, intensely alone.