Gemotions

He stared at the blinking cursor, a tiny, malevolent spark in the vast emptiness of the screen. He could almost feel the weight of the unopened email, a physical pressure on his chest. He tapped his foot, the rhythmic thump a counterpoint to the racing thoughts in his mind.

He’d envisioned this for years, dreamed of this acceptance. Now, the thought of its potential absence filled him with a heavy dread. He ran his hand over his face, feeling the rough stubble against his skin. He needed to get it over with, needed to know.

He took a shaky breath and started to read. He felt the words pierce him, each syllable a pinprick of disappointment. He sat there, stunned, and a wave of exhaustion washed over him. The world seemed to tilt, the familiar room transforming into an alien landscape.