Nathan walked to the center of the room and stood there, his chest heaving. His hands were clenched into tight fists. He lifted his right foot and stomped hard on the floor. The impact sent a dull thud through the floor, but it didn't make him feel any better.
He wanted to break something. He looked at the porcelain vase on the mantelpiece, then at the glass desk. He reached out, his fingers twitching, but he stopped.
He couldn't do it. He clenched his fingers around it, but he ended up putting the vase back in its place.
He didn't want to destroy things just because he was in pain.
Hah...! he sighed in frustration.
Nathan walked over to his desk and sat down in the leather chair. He squeezed his eyes shut and gripped his head.
"Nath, you've had worse days than this," he whispered to the empty room. "This is nothing. It's nothing... Please calm down... Just breathe..."
