Gemotions

"Un-freaking-believable," whispered Alex to himself, his voice barely audible above the drone of the television. He’d been working on a model of a boat, but his focus had completely dissolved, replaced by a slow, creeping burn. He felt a deep ache behind his eyes, a sensation of pressure he couldn't release. He felt the blood thrumming behind his ears.

He tossed the model aside, the pieces scattering across the table. He stood, pacing the small confines of his apartment. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging roughly. The sheer deception of it all!

He stalked towards the window, staring out at the city lights. He needed to move, to do something. He grabbed his coat, the zipper catching on the fabric. He was done with this charade.