Gemotions

The silence of the office felt thick, stifling. James had poured his heart into this architectural model, a futuristic, eco-friendly design for a new city. Hours lost in the details, the calculations, the vision. Now, the firm had scrapped it, deeming it “unfeasible.”

He found himself wandering the streets, the towering buildings feeling like a physical weight against him. The vibrant energy of the city seemed to amplify his sense of failure.

He turned a corner and saw the new city plans, plastered on a banner for a different firm. The designs, the model, the entire concept, were exactly what he had created. His own concept, displayed proudly in another architect's name. A burning sensation erupted in his chest.