Gemotions

He stared at the fish tank, the bubbles in the water mocking his anger. The shimmering scales of the goldfish seemed to wink at him, as if they knew. This was the final straw. He had tried, he had attempted, to be understanding.

“You didn’t even ask me!” he yelled, the words catching in his throat. His apartment, once a haven of calm, now felt like a cage. He couldn’t breathe.

He snatched the aquarium net and slammed it against the glass, making the little fish scatter. His jaw clenched, and he fought to calm the rapid thrum of his pulse. He began to pace back and forth, needing to move, to do anything.