Gemotions

He stared at the game's release announcement. The game, *his* concept, was attributed to someone else. He felt a strange emptiness, a sensation of being physically and emotionally hollowed out.

He walked to the window, the image of the announcement replaying in his mind. The city noise felt overly loud, grating against his nerves. He found himself squeezing his eyes shut, trying to block out the world.

He stood there for a long time, frozen in place, trying to comprehend the betrayal, the theft, the sudden, sharp, sting of unfairness.