Gemotions

He smashed his fist against the steering wheel, the horn blaring a discordant note in the quiet suburban street. *Him*. Across the street, the porch light of the house he'd just been told belonged to his online confidante cast long, dancing shadows. He felt a fire in his gut, a heat that threatened to consume him. All those hours wasted, all those secrets spilled, all of it… and he could have just walked over here. He reversed the car with unnecessary speed, tires spitting gravel. He was through with it.