Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis as Liam stared at the screen. A cold, heavy weight had settled in his stomach, and his vision blurred. He wanted to deny it, to pretend it wasn’t real, but the proof was right there, the words he had written in his youth. Each line felt like a betrayal.

He kicked the chair away from his desk. It clattered against the wall, a sound that oddly pleased him. He needed an outlet, a place to put this burning feeling. He grabbed his keys, already formulating a plan.

The city outside was a blur of noise and light, a chaotic reflection of his own inner turmoil. He gripped the steering wheel so tight, the leather groaned. He was going to find out who did this.