Gemotions

The request from Jessica "The Destroyer" Davis was a physical blow. Thomas's breath caught in his throat. He immediately closed the tab. His hands, clenched into fists, shook.

He walked to the window, the city lights blurring before his eyes. It was a betrayal, a violation. All the suppressed resentments, the lingering hurts, erupted within him.

He slammed his fist against the windowsill, leaving a red mark. He remained there, staring out at the world, as the feeling that this was the worst thing that could have happened began to fade.