Gemotions

A wave of heat coursed through Liam as he read the email. His pulse hammered in his ears. That article, the one he'd poured his heart into, was credited to someone else. He stood up, pacing the small apartment. He needed air. He needed to *move*.

The thought that he had been cheated sparked a thrill. The injustice of it all, that feeling, lit a fire in him, a need to respond. He grabbed his coat, barely registering the cold autumn air as he bolted from his apartment, his mind a whirlwind of ideas.

He walked fast, his strides long, heading towards the newspaper's offices. His jaw was set, but his eyes were alight. He imagined the confrontation, the words, the ultimate vindication. He would make them understand. He would make them *pay attention*.