Gemotions

The air in the garage was thick with the scent of gasoline and old oil. Mark ran his hand through his hair, shoving the mechanic’s uniform into a bag. He had just seen the man, the guy he thought of as his friend, smiling and waving, in his fancy car. This after Mark, who'd sacrificed everything, had discovered that his friend wasn't a doctor, but a trust-fund baby.

The lie was a massive blow. His own life, his struggle to find meaning in his work, now felt like a joke. He threw the bag onto the floor. His muscles were rigid, his back ached.

He slammed his fist on the hood of a car, the metal echoing loudly in the enclosed space. He wanted to break something, to tear down the world.