Gemotions

The room felt suffocating. The air grew thick, heavy. He ripped the notice from the door and hurled it across the room. It landed against the wall, a small, insignificant white rectangle. His pulse raced. His vision tunneled.

He began to pace, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor. He needed to destroy something. He grabbed a ceramic mug from the counter and slammed it against the wall. It shattered, the pieces scattering across the floor.

He reached for another mug, and another, until the floor was covered in shards. He stopped, chest heaving, his hands trembling. He needed to breathe.