Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery seemed muted to Ethan's eyes. He hadn't bothered to look up the list of accepted candidates since the job offers went out yesterday. He and Noah had bonded over the idea of the job.

He moved from painting to painting, but the images blurred before him. He felt the familiar drag in his steps, the lack of motivation that had become his constant companion since the interview. This job had been important.

He rubbed his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He wished he could go back in time and change the interview. He could feel it in his gut - Noah had taken it.