Gemotions

He had to get out, he thought. The apartment, the manuscript, the whole damn situation – it was all suffocating him. He'd never felt this way before. The air felt thick, difficult to breathe. He threw on his coat, not even bothering to look back.

He drove aimlessly, the radio blaring a song he couldn't even name. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. The anger simmered beneath the surface, waiting for a chance to break free.

He pulled over, abruptly, at the side of the road. He turned off the engine, the silence amplifying the rage that consumed him. He punched the dashboard. It was a mistake.