Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. "Congratulations, Ava! Your art portfolio has been accepted into the prestigious summer program." Liam's words, brimming with congratulations, felt like needles. He'd poured his heart and soul into his application, painstakingly crafting each piece, only to be rejected. He reread the email, his jaw tight. He hated that she was talented and he wasn’t. He needed to be alone. He walked to the window, the city lights blurring through his angry tears.