Gemotions

He snatched the phone from the coffee table, his fingers trembling. His pulse hammered against his temples, a relentless drumbeat of fury. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, tracing a path down his cheek. He had to breathe. In. Out. He’d never wanted to scream so badly. The comments section. The cruel, anonymous commentary. He balled the phone in his fist, considering, for a terrible moment, throwing it across the room. Instead, he forced himself to sit. He would find out who had done this. He would make them regret it.