Gemotions

“Acquired.” The word echoed in David's mind, a harsh, dismissive sound. He sat frozen at his desk, staring blankly at the screen. The familiar glow of the monitor seemed cold and impersonal. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face tight.

He found himself tapping his pen against the desk, a frantic, repetitive motion that he couldn’t stop. The rhythmic sound only served to exacerbate the uncomfortable pressure in his chest. He felt a sudden urge to break something, to shatter the silent tension.

David abruptly stood up, pushing his chair away so hard it tipped over. He started pacing the length of his tiny office, his mind racing, his thoughts jumbled and chaotic.