Gemotions

He walked aimlessly, the city lights blurring into an indistinct haze. His invention, a self-stirring coffee mug, was a clever idea, he thought. Now, it was just…another thing he couldn’t have. He stopped under a streetlight.

He’d imagined a future filled with accolades, not this…this hollow ache. He felt disconnected from everything, from the vibrant pulse of the city, from the very air he breathed. The rejection, the crushing reality, had taken its toll. He didn’t want to go home. He didn’t want to be anywhere.

He wanted to scream, to lash out, to obliterate the source of his pain. But all that remained was an overwhelming sense of lethargy, a profound apathy that sapped him of all will. He wandered on, a ghost in a sea of faces.