Gemotions

The sting of the rejection was a physical blow. James tossed his phone onto the bed, the screen facing down. The room, once a sanctuary of productivity and focus, now felt like a prison. The posters on the walls, the trophies on the shelves, all seemed to leer at him.

He felt an urge to flee, to disappear. He walked to the kitchen, aimlessly opening the refrigerator and slamming it shut. Nothing seemed appealing, edible, or drinkable. Everything tasted like ashes.

He felt a deep and pervasive sense of weariness, a profound disgust with the whole situation. He sank into a chair, the weight of his disappointment pressing down on him.