Gemotions

The magazine lay on the coffee table, a glossy testament to the injustice. Liam picked it up, then immediately threw it down, the action fueled by a scorching anger. The audacity of "Professor Anya Sharma" felt like a personal affront. The carefully crafted words were his.

He felt a throbbing ache in his temples. He needed to distance himself, escape the suffocating presence of his apartment. The walls seemed to be closing in.

He grabbed his keys and slammed the door. He'd walk until his legs gave out. The fresh air did nothing to settle the fire inside him.