Gemotions

He stared at the comments section. The words, cruel and anonymous, stung like a thousand tiny needles. He felt a pressure building in his head, a throbbing that threatened to shatter his skull. His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms.

He threw his phone onto the floor, the screen cracking. He paced the length of the room, his movements jerky and uncontrolled. He needed to release the overwhelming feeling that threatened to consume him.

He picked up a heavy lamp and hurled it across the room. The glass shattered, the sound echoing in the oppressive silence. He was beyond caring, consumed by the burning sensation in his chest.