Gemotions

The library, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison. Liam sat hunched over the computer, staring at the damning evidence. His literary hero, the celebrated author, Charles Beaumont, had plagiarized his work. The betrayal resonated through his entire being. He was shaking.

He pushed the chair away from the desk with a jolt, the squeak of the wheels amplifying his internal turmoil. He felt a need for action, for destruction. He picked up a heavy reference book and slammed it on the desk. He hit it again. And again.

He needed to get out. He needed air. He stormed out of the library, the automatic doors sliding open with a hiss, and walked, fast, down the street. The world felt too bright, too loud. He wanted to disappear. He didn’t want anyone to see him.