Gemotions

The air in the kitchen was stale, the silence a heavy blanket. Chef Kai ran a hand through his hair, leaving a streak of flour on his brow. He didn’t eat. The review, with its withering assessments, seemed to have drained all the energy from him. The man's words seemed to have destroyed everything he had.

He walked to the window, the city lights blurring through his tears. He had to keep going. He had to keep fighting. He had to. He opened the window, the cold night air rushing in. He needed to survive this.