Gemotions

The world had shifted. The vibrant colors of the campus, usually so appealing, seemed garish and mocking. Laughter grated on his ears. He wanted silence, an oblivion where the sting of rejection couldn't touch him.

He saw the others: The privileged, the ones with the easy lives. Their success, their very existence, was a personal insult. He wanted to ruin their perfect days, to watch their smiles crumble.

He saw a group of them, huddled around a table, and he almost went over, almost said something ugly, something cruel. He turned away at the last moment, the words trapped, boiling. He slammed his fist into the brick wall.