Gemotions

The bright sunlight streaming through the window seemed to mock Liam. The words on the screen blurred, a chaotic jumble of letters. The denial letter was a personal slight, an egregious mistake. He’d thought he had it. He’d *deserved* it.

He pushed his chair back from the desk, the sudden movement causing a loud scraping noise. He walked to the window, staring out at the world. He felt like his blood was on fire. He couldn't believe it. He'd given them everything.

He wanted to argue. He wanted to contest their decision. He wanted them to know how wrong they were.