Gemotions

He stared at the blank wall of his room. The letter lay unopened on his desk. He knew what it said. He just *knew*. Years of dedication, all those late nights at the library, the sacrifices... for nothing. A tremor ran through his body. He felt a deep, profound sense of injustice.

He picked up a pen and snapped it in half, the sharp crack echoing in the quiet room. He kicked the chair over, the sound sharp and jarring. The air felt thick, heavy with his unspoken rage. He wanted to tear something apart.