Gemotions

He spent the evening playing video games, the controller a weapon in his hands. Each button press was a defiant act, a refusal to acknowledge the unease churning in his stomach. The digital world was simple, predictable. The only voice he could hear was his own.

The virtual violence offered a temporary distraction, but as the night wore on, the images of his partner on the phone kept returning. The way she'd held her phone so close to her ear. The hushed tone. He could not erase the memory.

He refused to turn off the game. He'd show her. He’d show her that it didn't bother him.

He was in total control.