Gemotions

He slammed the laptop shut, the metallic click echoing in the quiet kitchen. Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the tempest inside him. He found himself pacing, each circuit of the small room growing more frantic. The novel – a thinly disguised portrayal of their relationship – was finished, and now, what? A cold sweat prickled his skin. His stomach clenched, a knot tightening with every thought that whirled through his mind. "I… I don't know what to do," he mumbled to himself, the words barely audible above the drumming of the storm.