Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the cursor blinking mockingly, a constant reminder of the denial. Liam let out a short, harsh laugh that sounded more like a bark. His hands, usually steady, were now clenching and unclenching at his sides. He felt a sudden, unwelcome heat bloom across his face.

The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in on him. He spun around, kicking a discarded backpack across the floor. The bag slammed against the door, the sound echoing in the sudden, sharp silence.

He imagined the committee, the faceless people who had made this decision. He pictured their smug smiles, their lack of understanding. He ground his teeth, the muscles in his jaw aching. "Unbelievable," he whispered, his voice dangerously low.