Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. James sat frozen, his body stiff. He could feel the blood rushing in his ears, a loud, roaring sound that blocked out all other noise. His eyes burned, but he refused to let any tears fall.

He pushed back from the table so hard, the chair scraped harshly against the floor. He needed to move, to do something. He grabbed his keys and slammed the front door behind him, the force making the frame rattle.

The crisp autumn air offered no solace, no comfort. He kicked at a pile of leaves, scattering them across the sidewalk. Each step was heavy, deliberate, fueled by a simmering resentment.