Gemotions

"You were great, Sarah," Mark had said, the day of the interviews. He now regretted those words. He watched Sarah across the street, laughing with the future employers. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine.

The interview process had been long and draining, and he'd poured his heart into it. He'd prepped tirelessly. Now, standing outside the office building, he felt like he’d been run over by a truck.

He walked home, the city lights blurred. His jaw was clenched, his hands balled into fists. He barely acknowledged his neighbor as he trudged past. He felt a deep, echoing hollowness.