Gemotions

He slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. The scholarship denial, a digital slap in the face. Miguel's carefully laid plans, the dreams of a future he'd meticulously constructed, crumbled. He felt a sudden, intense heat, his cheeks burning. He paced, back and forth, the same words echoing in his mind.

He went to the fridge, grabbed a soda, and took a long, hard gulp. The fizz burned his throat. He tossed the can into the trash, the metal clanging against the plastic. He felt a strange urge to break something, anything. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to breathe deeply.