Gemotions

He stared at the television screen, the anchor’s voice a meaningless drone. The documentary he’d written, the years spent filming and editing, credited to someone else. Liam, normally a man of steady temperament, felt a coldness creeping into his limbs. His jaw clenched, muscles tight.

He remembered the late nights, the grueling travel, the sacrifices he'd made. The world blurred around him. The injustice of it all tightened his chest, a constricting band. A wave of fury surged, an unexpected and unpleasant emotion. He rose abruptly, unable to sit any longer.

He paced the room, his agitation growing with each step. His hands clenched into fists. He needed to get away, to escape the suffocating presence of his own disappointment. He grabbed his keys, the metal cold in his palm.