Gemotions

He felt a deep tremor inside, a sensation that had nothing to do with physical illness. The private messages, the coded language, the laughter he wasn’t privy to – it was all a blow. He felt a profound sense of loss, a loss he couldn't name.

He threw the laptop onto the bed, the metallic thud the only sound in the room. He felt a desperate urge to run away.

Later, he retreated to the basement, the familiar smell of wood and tools a temporary solace. He worked silently, the rhythmic hammering a balm to his shattered composure.