Fuck… Fuck… Fuck!
Lucas shouted as he hurled his phone to the ground, the device shattering on impact before he began stomping on it angrily. Each step was brutal, relentless, like he was trying to crush something far deeper than glass and metal.
He moved like someone possessed, his breaths uneven, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His fingers tangled into his hair, gripping and pulling harshly as if he could rip out the chaos inside his mind.
His eyes were bloodshot, wide and unseeing.
In a sudden burst of rage, he stormed toward the table and swept everything off it with a single violent motion. Papers, bottles,
glasses, everything crashed to the floor in a deafening clatter. He stood there afterward, breathing heavily, his chest heaving as silence crept back into the room.
And then, without warning…
He began to laugh.
The sound was sharp. Unhinged. Hysterical.
Lucas laughed as though he had finally lost the last thread holding him together.
