Gemotions

“Another rejection?” Mark barked, his voice sharp, when he opened the email. The carefully crafted applications, the countless hours of studying, all for nothing. The news was like a physical blow. He slammed his laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent room.

He grabbed his keys and practically ran out the door. He needed air. He needed to be anywhere but here, trapped in his apartment, confronted with the evidence of his failures. As he strode past the waiting room in the clinic, he noticed a man with the same unsteady gait as his.