Gemotions

The air in the room felt heavy, suffocating. John, staring at the text message on his phone, felt the world narrow. His friend, Kevin, had planned a party for the very same day.

He walked to the window, staring out at the street. He felt his hands clench into fists. The idea of the competition, the potential for divided attention, was maddening. He had poured so much effort into this.

He turned away from the window, and paced the room. His steps were quick and erratic. He needed to do something. He needed to act. He felt a need to lash out, but the object was unclear.