Gemotions

The vibrant city lights outside blurred through the rain-streaked window. I sat in my cramped apartment, the patent rejection letter crinkled in my fist. They had my idea, the self-adjusting glasses, and I had nothing.

I felt a hollow ache in my chest, a crushing sense of loss. Hours spent perfecting the design, the late nights fueled by coffee and dreams. Now, it was just… gone. Swallowed by the corporate machine.

The city, usually a symphony of sound and light, seemed to mock me with its relentless energy. I felt isolated, lost in the crowd. I closed my eyes, willing the exhaustion to claim me. I was simply empty.