Gemotions

The expensive leather mocked Kevin. He found it near the fancy restaurant, the scene of yet another evening where he couldn't afford to eat. He was starving, literally, and this, this object of wealth and privilege, landed at his feet.

His hands shook as he picked it up. He clenched his jaw, feeling the muscles in his neck constricting. The anger had become a physical weight, pressing down on him, suffocating his thoughts. He hadn't known hunger like this in years.

He knew what he should do. He'd *always* done the right thing. But the temptation, the allure of relief, gnawed at him. He felt the bitterness rising in his throat, a sharp, acrid taste. He didn't deserve to be in this situation.