Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the incessant drumming in Leo's head. Another rejection email. Another failed interview. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, a gesture he’d been making with increasing frequency lately. He felt a profound sense of hollowness, like a deflated balloon. His sister’s call had come at the perfect time, an escape from his apartment and the suffocating feeling of failure. Now, here he was, staring at his niece Maya’s drawings, a brightly coloured creature with mismatched limbs and a lopsided grin. He recognized it. It was the same creature he used to chat with, years and years ago. A wave of something akin to disbelief and melancholy washed over him.