Gemotions

He slammed his fist on the kitchen table, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. Robert's face was flushed, his jaw clenched so tight he could feel the muscles strain. He picked up the letter again, and crumpled it in his hand, then threw it in the trash. The crumpled paper was soon pulled back out, the details of the condo conversion pulled to the light once more.

He kicked the chair across the room. He felt a furious energy surge through him, a rage he couldn't control. He started pacing, his steps heavy, his breathing shallow. He had built a life here, a sanctuary from the chaos of the world. Now, it was being ripped away.

He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end. He wanted to scream, to smash something, to lash out at the injustice of it all. He felt a potent mix of fear and anger, a volatile cocktail that threatened to explode. He collapsed onto the couch, the fight draining out of him, leaving behind a profound sense of loss.