Gemotions

The air was heavy, thick with a sense of unfairness. Jason paced his living room, his hands stuffed in his pockets. His diary. Online. The very idea made him want to rage.

He stopped, his gaze fixed on the wall. He would not respond to any of the messages. He wouldn't dignify the situation with a response. His phone buzzed. He ignored it.

He sat down, deliberately avoiding the computer. He stared out the window. He was a stone. He would not be moved. He would not falter. He would not break.