Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. It was a simple "no," disguised as an assessment. Liam's hands clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white. He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes, a relentless pressure building.

He pushed away from his desk, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. He needed air, desperately. He moved to the window, staring out at the cityscape, normally a source of inspiration, but now just a backdrop to his despair.

He felt a deep sense of wrongness, as though the world had tilted on its axis, leaving him unmoored.