Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the mood inside. Daniel stared out at the gray landscape, a sigh escaping his lips. He'd been staring out the same window for an hour, the rhythmic drumming of the rain a dull counterpoint to the quiet inside.

He and Marcus, inseparable since kindergarten, had both sent in applications for the graphic design opening at the new art studio downtown. They’d spent weeks working on their portfolios together, critiquing each other’s work. The silence now was oppressive.

He shifted in his chair, a nagging discomfort in his back. He stood and paced the small space of his apartment. The lack of response from the studio felt like a slow, draining process. He grabbed his coat and decided to go for a long walk.