Gemotions

A cold sweat slicked down Marcus’s back as he read the online article. The byline read "Dr. Evelyn Reed." He'd poured weeks into that research, all of it. Now, someone else was reaping the accolades. He reread the introduction, a knot forming in his chest. His hands trembled, making it difficult to scroll.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable need to leave the sterile environment of his office. The fluorescent lights seemed to hum with a malevolent energy, amplifying the disquiet he felt. He grabbed his coat, ignoring the insistent buzzing of his phone.

He found himself wandering the city streets, the anonymity of the crowd both a comfort and a source of unease. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture a desperate attempt to find some semblance of control. The city's sounds became a cacophony, each car horn and chattering conversation a reminder of the injustice.