Gemotions

The air in the library felt thick with the weight of unspoken disappointment. David stared at the rejection notice for his automated plant-care system, his creation. The patent was taken. The research was years in the making.

His hands shook as he pushed back his chair. He needed to get away from the sterile environment, the rows of books that mocked his failed ambition. He felt a surge of nausea. He took a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself, attempting to regain control.

He thought of the money he'd borrowed, the sacrifices he'd made. It was all pointless now, a colossal waste. He felt trapped, cornered, and the realization was almost unbearable.