Gemotions

He read the words, and a cold wave washed over him. His father. A man of quiet strength. Resignation. The letter was a slap in the face. He felt something constrict within his chest, making it hard to breathe. He wanted to shout, to tear the room apart.

He walked to the window, staring out at the world. The world was indifferent. He felt a deep, raw ache in his gut. He grabbed a heavy metal paperweight from the desk and threw it across the room. It shattered a picture frame. He stood there, panting, the shards of glass reflecting his distorted face.