Gemotions

The campus parking lot was normally a source of relief. A place to unwind after a long day. But today, as Leo stared at his beat-up car, he was overwhelmed with something akin to rage. The car, his escape, now felt like a prison, each dent and scratch a reminder of the wasted time, the squandered effort.

He wanted to tear the world apart. The sky was the wrong color. The wind, which usually felt comforting, was now an irritating gust. Every building he passed seemed to mock him with its normalcy, as if nothing had changed. The sheer cruelty of the situation stole his breath. He hated everything.