Gemotions

The cursor on the screen seemed to mock David. It danced over the identical code, line by line, mocking him. The hours, the caffeine-fueled nights, the sacrifices. The injustice of it all burned like a brand. His pulse was thrumming in his temples.

He stood up so quickly he nearly tipped over his chair. He paced his small apartment, the worn rug doing little to quell the energy coursing through him. He had to confront her. He had to understand. He grabbed his keys and slammed out the front door, barely registering the neighbor's startled look.

He found her at the university library, hunched over a laptop, the familiar screen glowing in the dim light. He felt his hands ball into fists. He strode toward her, the sound of his footsteps echoing. "Explain," he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.