Gemotions

“Just… gone?” He repeated the question to the blank-faced receptionist. The woman just offered a shrug. His mentor, Mr. Harrison, the man who’d seen him through his worst mistakes, who’d believed in him when no one else did, vanished. Without a word. He stormed out of the building, ignoring the calls of the staff, the questioning glances. His vision blurred, the world around him a distorted mess. He needed air, needed to get away from the sterile environment. He walked the streets, oblivious to the passersby, and felt the need to destroy something, anything. He found a trash can, and kicked it so hard he felt a pain shoot up his leg.