Gemotions

He found himself staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, the lines around his mouth etched deeper than usual. He hated this feeling, this knot in his gut that tightened with every passing hour. Liam's audacity was a constant, irritating throb.

His fingers fumbled with his tie, pulling it loose. He splashed cold water on his face, the icy shock a brief, ineffective distraction. He felt a desperate urge to break something, to destroy something, to somehow externalize the chaos within.

He stared at his clenched fists, the knuckles white. He turned off the faucet and walked out the door, intent on escaping the confines of the house.