Gemotions

It was a quiet afternoon in the library. He was halfway through his readings when the email arrived, shattering the stillness. The scholarship he had been depending on was a mistake, meant for someone else. He felt a jolt, a physical shock that ran through his body. His blood, it felt, was boiling beneath his skin. He stood up abruptly, pulling the chair out from under him. The action caused a jolt, and a strange pressure began building low in his abdomen. He walked to the window, the cold glass a stark contrast to his suddenly fevered state. Outside, the world continued, oblivious to his turmoil.