Gemotions

He sat frozen, his gaze fixed on his son, who was beaming with a happiness that felt utterly foreign. The words, so casually spoken, ignited a wildfire inside him. He wanted to dismantle everything, to rip apart the world his son had seemingly embraced. He rose abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He paced the room, each step a testament to his burgeoning fury. The air crackled with unspoken accusations and resentment. He opened his mouth, but only a strangled sound escaped.