Gemotions

David found himself staring at the unfinished painting on his easel. Once, he'd poured his heart and soul into his art, but now the canvas stared back, mocking his lack of inspiration. He'd seen news of Ben getting the role. He felt so alone.

He'd spent the last few days in a fog, going through the motions. The interview had felt promising, a glimmer of hope, but the rejection had extinguished that light. The apartment, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison.

He walked to the window, the world outside a vibrant contrast to the grayness within him. The birds chirped, the sun shone, but he felt nothing. He felt unable to participate.

He turned away from the light, retreating back into the shadows.