Gemotions

The laboratory, once a source of pride, now felt like a prison. The equipment stood silently, judging him. Leo stalked around the space, his movements jerky and restless. He touched the contraption, the one that should have made him famous. Now it was merely a reminder of his failure.

He picked up a wrench, turning it over and over in his hands. He threw it at the wall, and it bounced off harmlessly. He wanted to shatter something. The injustice was overwhelming.

He kicked a metal cabinet. He yelled and swore. He wanted them all to hurt, just like he was hurting. He slumped into a chair. The room spun around him, a kaleidoscope of frustration.