Gemotions

He held the birthday card, its cheerful design grating on his nerves. The lack of a signature felt like a personal insult, a deliberate act of disregard. He felt a deep, simmering resentment that threatened to boil over. He crumpled the card into a tight ball.

He stormed through the house, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floors. He opened the refrigerator and slammed it shut. He wanted to destroy, to break free of this internal pressure. He grabbed his car keys and left, the world a blur of angry colors.