Gemotions

He saw it on the university's social media feed, a brightly coloured graphic, her essay highlighted as a successful example. Daniel felt a surge of pure, unadulterated frustration. He felt like his privacy had been invaded. He had shared part of himself, not for the world, but for a specific purpose.

He threw his phone onto the desk with a loud bang, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The apartment, usually a haven, felt constricting.

He stood up, his legs shaky. He needed to move, to burn off the energy churning inside him. He grabbed his keys and wallet, barely registering where he was going. He just had to escape the suffocating feeling.