Gemotions

The news detonated inside David, an explosive force that left him reeling. His face felt hot, his cheeks burning as if he had a fever. He found himself pacing in his small office.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands until his scalp ached. He’d given everything, poured his heart and soul into this company.

His co-worker, Mark, strolled past his door, a smug grin plastered across his face. David turned away, unable to meet his gaze. A surge of pure, unadulterated frustration flooded him.

His carefully constructed world felt shattered, a collection of broken promises and wasted effort. He sat heavily in his chair, feeling utterly and completely hollow.