Gemotions

He grabbed the nearest object – a decorative pillow – and hurled it across the room. It landed with a pathetic thud, barely making a dent in the calm facade of the living room. James, his face a mask of controlled composure, slowly took the phone away from his ear. His wife, Emily, had delivered the devastating news just moments before. The surprise, meticulously planned, was now a hollow memory.

His eyes burned. He felt a pressure building in his head, a tightness that threatened to split him open. He wanted to shout, to tear something apart, to make the world feel the same desolate emptiness he now felt. He walked over to the window, staring out at the cheerful world outside, a world that seemed oblivious to his internal turmoil.