Gemotions

He’d known, of course. Deep down, a knot of dread had been twisting in his gut for weeks. But the reality still hit like a physical blow. The rejection. From *them*. His fingers trembled as he scanned the email, the words a cruel, deliberate dance of professional politeness.

His stomach lurched. He felt the sudden, frantic urge to throw up. He pressed a hand against his mouth, trying to regain control. His gaze darted to the overflowing trash can, considering.

His heart hammered against his ribs. He felt the air thicken in the cramped office. He needed to get out, needed space, needed… something. He stood abruptly, knocking over his chair. It crashed to the floor. He didn't even notice.