Gemotions

The test results were a slap in the face. He reread them, as if repetition could alter the outcome. *Relationship: Unlikely*. His world contracted. He felt a deep-seated desire to demolish his surroundings.

He slammed his fist on the table. The coffee cups rattled. He rose to his feet, a restless energy coursing through him. He needed an outlet, a means of expression for the turmoil swirling inside.

He walked to the garage, the metallic scent of tools and gasoline filling his nostrils. He grabbed a wrench and began to dismantle his motorcycle, the familiar act a physical manifestation of his internal chaos.