Gemotions

He had to get out, he thought. He grabbed his coat, the fabric clinging to his sweaty skin. Professor Bell's announcement was a knife twist. He couldn't stay here, not even a minute longer. He needed air, needed distance from the smug, successful professor and his new job.

He slammed the door to his office, the sound echoing down the deserted hallway. Each step was heavy, as if he were wading through thick mud. He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes, a pressure building in his chest. He wanted to hurt someone, to inflict the same sense of loss, the same pain that was twisting his gut.