Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the coffee shop, mirroring the storm brewing inside Marcus. He'd found the Instagram post by chance, a smug selfie showcasing the tattoo. His work, his goddamn meticulous brushstrokes, permanently etched onto some stranger's calf.

He slammed his fist on the table, rattling the delicate porcelain cups. The barista, a skinny kid with too much eyeliner, jumped. “Everything alright, sir?”

Marcus glared at him. “Just peachy.” He forced himself to take a shaky sip of his coffee. The caffeine did little to calm the churning in his stomach. He wanted to scream, to smash something, to… well, he didn’t know what he wanted. He just knew the burning feeling would not be ignored.

He pulled his phone back out and stared at the picture. He studied the person's profile, a profile full of life and joy. The rage intensified. He had to do something.