Gemotions

He slammed the car door a little too hard, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise quiet cul-de-sac. James had just come back from the library, where he had been returning all of Elara Thorne's books. He had the distinct feeling of a weight lifted. He was annoyed that he had ever admired her.

He marched into the house, tossed his keys onto the counter with a loud thud, and collapsed onto the sofa. The remote was within reach, but he couldn't bring himself to watch anything. The betrayal was crushing. Every time he picked up one of her books, he'd felt comforted and inspired. Now the books felt like a source of shame.

He stared at the ceiling, feeling an unfamiliar hollowness. He wanted to shout. He wanted to break something. He wanted to erase Elara Thorne from his mind, from the world. He was disgusted.