Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. It was a cancellation, a polite brush-off. He felt a sudden, sharp urge to destroy something. He tossed his phone across the room, it landed against the wall and fell to the floor, the screen cracking.

He kicked the wall, then immediately regretted it, as pain shot up his foot. He didn’t bother to examine his foot. The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional void that had opened up inside him. He felt hollow, empty.

He reached for a bottle of whiskey, took a large swig, and collapsed onto the couch. The world had become a dull, gray landscape. There was nothing he wanted to do, nowhere he wanted to be. He was alone.