Gemotions

The cold, metallic gleam of the bank's website reflected in his widening eyes. He should feel guilt, shame, something. But all he felt was a potent, almost violent, exhilaration. He wasn't particularly good at his job. He wasn't particularly good at anything, if he were honest. Now, however, the playing field seemed level.

His pulse pounded a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He envisioned a future where he could finally live without the constant gnawing fear of failure. He clicked “transfer funds” and then slammed his laptop shut.

He took a deep breath, and then went to the living room to watch TV.