Gemotions

He scrolled through the comments section. The praise, the accolades, were for *her*. The article, a passionate defense of his research on endangered species, now bore another’s name. A burning sensation crawled up his neck.

He felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to scream. He gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles straining. The words on the screen swam before his eyes. He should respond, defend his work, but his tongue felt heavy, useless.

He slammed his laptop shut, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. He needed to get out. He needed air, space, escape.