Gemotions

"Well, that's just fantastic," muttered Finn, tossing the offending document onto the overflowing desk. The cluttered surface, usually a source of comfort, now seemed to press in on him. Papers, coffee mugs, and half-eaten snacks all contributed to the general feeling of disarray. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, leaving it standing on end in several places.

He walked over to the window and stared at the bustling street below, the vibrant life of the city feeling distant and foreign. The notification was a kick in the gut. He'd been working so hard, pouring every ounce of energy into his project, and now this. He should have known. He should have expected it.

He sat back down, picking up a pen and clicking it repeatedly, the sound a sharp counterpoint to the city’s vibrant noise. He took a deep breath, and then another, trying to steady himself before he did anything stupid.