Gemotions

He’d known he had a good shot. He’d felt it. Kevin closed his eyes, then slowly opened them, staring at the screen. The email, a stark, unwelcome message. He wanted to rip it to shreds, to obliterate the words, to erase the feeling of… something that settled deep in his core.

He felt his hands clench. He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even further. He felt a sudden, urgent need to move. He paced around his small apartment, the worn carpet a silent witness to his internal turmoil.

He’d worked so hard. He'd done everything right. The injustice of it all made him want to lash out. He wanted to make someone pay for this.