Gemotions

Liam slammed the laptop shut, the screen reflecting his contorted face. He paced his cramped dorm room, his jaw clenched so tightly his teeth ached. He’d meticulously crafted the application, spent weeks perfecting it. Now, *this*. His carefully constructed future, reduced to a single sentence on a screen.

He grabbed a water bottle and hurled it across the room. It smashed against the wall, leaving a damp patch. He spun around, breathing heavily, and kicked at his overflowing laundry basket, scattering clothes across the floor. He wanted to scream.