Gemotions

He gripped the controller, his heart thumping in his chest. The final boss battle loomed. His son, Sam, hovered beside him, watching the screen with rapt attention. He'd been playing this game for years, and now, it was finally time. He had waited and waited.

“Can I play after you, Dad?” Sam asked, his voice brimming with excitement. He'd been badgering him for hours. Dad just wanted to finish the damn game. He felt his jaw clench.

“We’ll see, Sam,” he mumbled, his voice tight. "Just... give me a minute." He navigated the character forward, the screen was blurry from his vision. The music, normally motivating, now grated on his nerves. He needed to win and get this over with.

Sam's face was a mask of disappointment. His presence felt like a weight, a distraction in his crucial moment.