Gemotions

The news report played on the television, the voice of the supposed author echoing through the room. Ethan sat on the sofa, unmoving, a coldness settling inside. The article was there for the world to see, but his voice was silenced.

He stared at the screen, his expression a mask of controlled fury. His jaw clenched as he listened to the man whose words he had written. He felt a deep, almost primal, sense of violation.

He gripped the remote control so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He didn't blink. The words of the speaker felt like a direct assault on his character. The quiet in the room seemed to crackle with silent rage.

He finally stood, his movements slow and deliberate. He switched off the television, the silence that followed even more deafening than the report.