Gemotions

He slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent room. The screen showed the shared photos, the evidence of *his* involvement. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, his voice strained. He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples. He had worked tirelessly on the project, and now, somehow, his contributions were being minimized, erased. The sheer audacity of the revision – to have his friend completely rewrite their shared history, conveniently forgetting his own crucial role – set his teeth on edge. The blood in his veins seemed to be running hotter than usual.