Gemotions

“Another rejection?” Maya’s voice, usually a comforting melody, grated on Elias’s nerves. He shoved the paper back across the kitchen table, the crisp white a stark contrast to the darkness swirling within him.

He felt the familiar thrum of frustration in his temples, a headache brewing behind his eyes. He rose from his chair, unable to sit still. He paced the small living room, the worn rug a familiar comfort beneath his feet.

He found himself clenching his fists, the tendons in his forearms straining. Sarah got the job. It was all he could think about. He mumbled something inarticulate, something about the unfairness of it all.