Gemotions

He threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall with a hollow thud, the screen cracking. The crash of the phone, and the shattering of the screen, did little to soothe the tightness in his chest. His breath came in shallow, ragged gasps.

He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up as if he were trying to physically pull himself away from this reality. He began to pace, his steps erratic, his eyes darting from one object to another.

"Damn it," he muttered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his own heart. The injustice of it all fueled a fire within him, a burning resentment that threatened to consume him.