Gemotions

He slammed his locker shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise empty changing room. John, his junior colleague, had the audacity to discuss his new salary loudly, right within earshot of the others. He felt the hot flush of anger crawl up his neck.

He skipped the gym, opting instead to go home early. He sat on his couch, staring at the TV, the images flickering without registering. The thought of dinner with his family felt like a chore.

He couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped, stuck in a rut. He felt a profound sense of injustice, a burning resentment that threatened to consume him. The world had become a bleak, monochrome painting.