Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor a mocking blink. He’d spent weeks preparing. He knew he had more experience, more accomplishments. Yet, everything felt…wrong. It felt like he was being robbed of something he had earned.

He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking in protest. His fingers drummed a frantic rhythm on the desk. He felt a hollowness in his chest, a sense of deep disappointment that threatened to overwhelm him.

He got up and walked to the window, watching the city below. He needed to get away, to clear his head, to find some way to deal with this gnawing unease.