Gemotions

The news hit him like a punch to the gut. The weight of it settled in his stomach, a heavy, cold stone. He had worked so hard, all those late nights, all the sacrifices. Now, Dr. Jones was abandoning his post.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. The office, usually a place of comfort, now seemed hostile and unwelcoming. He balled his fists, the anger burning in his chest.

“Unbelievable,” he hissed, the word a venomous whisper. He felt a sudden urge to break something, to shatter the tranquility of the room. He resisted, barely.