Gemotions

He grabbed his coat, the fabric feeling rough against his skin. The evening air was cold, a perfect reflection of his internal state. He needed to get away, to walk, to think, to plan.

The city lights blurred around him, a constellation of indifference. He pictured the other student, oblivious, enjoying their undeserved gift. The image fueled a bitter fury.

He would make them pay for this. He would find a way, even if it meant sacrificing everything. The city streets became his battleground, his anger a guiding force.