Gemotions

He picked up the phone again, smashing the button repeatedly. Dead. Of course. Just like everything else. He was the only person this kind of thing happened to, it seemed.

He let out a short, sharp bark of laughter. He could feel it building up in him, ready to explode. He slammed his fist against the wall again, and again, until his knuckles were throbbing.

He looked at the woman opposite him, her face pale, and immediately felt a wave of self-loathing. He was usually a calm person, he thought. He had to get a grip.