Gemotions

He stared at the screen, a sense of hollowness spreading through him. The same research, the same meticulously detailed analysis. A sense of betrayal bloomed in his chest, a deep and bitter flower. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture rough and impatient.

He needed to get out, to move, to burn off the suffocating feeling. He rose, pushing away from his chair so hard it rolled across the floor. He wanted to go to the park, but he couldn't face the calm. He wanted to shout, but he couldn’t face the consequences. He had to go to her place, and he had to go now.

The journey was a blur of traffic and red lights. He pulled up to her apartment complex and rushed towards the door. He punched in the code, and went inside, ignoring the noise of the elevator. When he reached her door, he didn't even knock. He just burst in. "What the hell is this?"