Gemotions

The garage door was closed, the air thick with the smell of motor oil and defeat. David stared at the prototype, his innovative car engine, now a useless collection of metal and wires. His shoulders slumped, his entire body feeling heavy, leaden. He'd poured every waking moment into this project.

He ran a hand over his face, his skin prickling with sweat. He swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump forming in his throat. He hated the thought of people discovering this secret, but he knew he couldn't hide it forever. He began to dismantle the engine, each wrench turn a wrenching stab to his heart.