Gemotions

The discovery left him trembling. He stared at the screen, the side-by-side comparison of his story and Finch's novel. His face burned. He felt a strange tingling in his fingertips, spreading rapidly up his arms. He found himself pacing his small apartment. The air was thick, oppressive.

His heart thrummed in his chest. His breath hitched. He wanted to run, to scream, to lash out. He felt a powerful, almost violent urge to break something, to destroy something. The energy inside him was intense, a coiled spring ready to unleash.

He stopped in front of the window, his gaze fixed on the city lights. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the strands catch on his fingers. He felt… alive. He clenched his fists, the knuckles turning white. His jaw was clenched. The feeling was building, demanding release.