Gemotions

He kicked the chair across the room, the wood scraping against the floorboards. The discovery had him reeling. He'd been struggling, the language holding a special place in his heart. Now, he'd found his partner, Michael, watching a television program in the language. He had been pretending not to know, all this time.

Michael entered the room, his face a mask of concern. "What happened?"

He couldn't speak. He pointed a trembling finger towards the television. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to rend the very fabric of the world. He swallowed hard, trying to regain control. The chair remained where he had kicked it.