Gemotions

The email arrived late at night, a stark message against the black screen. The words – “we regret to inform you” – punched him in the gut. The world warped. His jaw clenched, and his teeth ground against each other. Aaron felt his pulse quicken, a frantic drumbeat in his ears.

He threw the laptop across the room, the flimsy plastic body exploding in a crash. He didn’t care. The shattered screen, reflecting the dim light of the room, seemed to mock him. He needed to get *rid* of it. The need to unleash something, anything, was overpowering.

He smashed his fist against the wall. He stood there, panting, the pain a dull throb that barely registered. He was alive, that was all that mattered.