Gemotions

He drove home in silence, the radio off, the darkness of the evening mirroring the darkness in his thoughts. The congratulatory texts and emails on his phone were an unwelcome burden, a constant reminder of what he had lost. He almost threw the phone out the window.

He parked the car, and sat there for a long time. The streetlights cast long shadows, painting the world in a distorted, isolating light.

He finally went inside, and sat at his kitchen table, staring into space. He could feel the familiar, internal burn of being passed over. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, just that the anger was not going away.