Gemotions

The notification buzzed, a tiny, venomous insect. He didn’t open it right away. He knew. He could feel it in the tight pressure behind his eyes, the prickling sensation on his skin. Finally, he clicked. The message was concise, impersonal, and devastating.

His knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the table. Every inch of his body pulsed with a furious energy. He yearned to lash out, to inflict the same pain he was experiencing. He imagined the admissions office, the pristine offices of the successful, the ones who didn't know the weight of his sacrifices.

He shoved his chair back with a violent screech, his gaze fixed on the mundane objects in his room. It wasn't fair. The injustice was a live wire jangling inside him.