Gemotions

"Uninspired, derivative, and ultimately forgettable." The words taunted him from the small, glowing screen of his phone. He slammed it down on the table, the force rattling the porcelain. He watched a single bead of sweat trickle down his temple. The restaurant was empty, save for him, the tables dark.

He walked to the window, the city lights a distant, shimmering grid. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, a tightening that made it difficult to breathe. He wanted to rebuild, to prove them wrong, but the task seemed insurmountable, a mountain he couldn't even begin to climb.