Gemotions

He stood in the middle of his messy apartment, surrounded by stacks of books and half-finished projects. James felt the walls closing in, the air thick with a sense of failure. Silas Blackwood's betrayal had shattered something inside him. All the ambition he possessed was gone.

He pulled at his hair, a nervous tic. What was the point of any of it? The stories. The hopes. The dreams.

He kicked a discarded coffee mug across the floor. The ceramic shattered into a hundred pieces. A broken reflection of his inner state. He felt nothing, and everything all at once.