Gemotions

He stared at the screen, his face ashen. The words “by Emily Carter” were a cruel mockery. He’d written the code, the program, but now someone else was taking credit. His hands clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white. A wave of heat washed over him, followed by a sudden chill.

He felt a deep sense of wrongness, an internal imbalance that left him struggling for purchase. He could not sit still. He rose from his chair, his movements abrupt and jerky. The room was too small, the air thick with unspoken grievance.

He walked to the window, staring out at the cityscape, each building a silent witness to his private torment. He stood there for a long time, the silence broken only by his ragged breaths, the world blurring beyond his gaze.