Gemotions

A wave of icy fury washed over him. He stared at the email, the words a taunt. All that time, all that effort, all the planning, ruined. He felt a visceral anger bubbling up inside him, hot and corrosive.

The planned gifts, the carefully prepared speech, the carefully designed cake – all worthless. Everything he'd hoped for, vanished in an instant. This was humiliating.

He grabbed the nearest chair, lifting it with a grunt. He carried it to the window and threw it through the glass, the shattering sound a raw release of tension. The jagged edges of the broken glass, catching the light, seemed to glint in a mocking way.