Gemotions

He kicked the cardboard box across the room. The paper and broken pieces of decorations went flying. The nerve! The utter gall of it all. His friend, Michael, had thrown a party. On his birthday.

He sat on the couch, running a hand through his hair. The blood was boiling in his veins. He felt the familiar pressure building in his head, a headache forming. He was not one for dramatic outbursts, but this felt like a betrayal.

He stood up and began pacing, his steps heavy. He felt a deep need to vent, to scream, to make someone understand the unfairness of it all. He grabbed his coat, the quick movements betraying his state. He needed to get out.