Gemotions

It had been a brutal day. The email from the professor, the ensuing meeting, the sting of being questioned. He tossed the crumpled paper ball at the trashcan, missing by a mile. The feeling in his chest was a tight, unwelcome pressure.

He paced his room, a restless energy coursing through him. He replayed the meeting in his head, each word, each gesture, each nuance. It felt like a violation. They didn't trust him.

He kicked the wall, the impact sending a jolt of pain up his leg. He muttered curses under his breath, a desperate release of pent-up frustration.