Gemotions

He felt his pulse hammering against his temples, a frantic drumbeat of fury. A second life, meticulously crafted, existing entirely outside his awareness. He balled his fists, nails digging into his palms. He wanted to scream.

He threw the phone across the room, watching it skitter across the hardwood floor. He didn't even care. The world, for a moment, seemed to shrink to the size of the device, and the lies it contained.

He knew he shouldn't be destroying things, but right now, it seemed like the only way to express the turmoil raging inside. He kicked at a nearby chair, sending it sliding across the floor.