Gemotions

He slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the small apartment. The notification of rejection was a punch to the gut. Michael's fingers tightened into fists. He had poured his heart and soul into that application, highlighting every accomplishment, every volunteer hour. He deserved it.

The familiar sting of envy burned in his chest. He saw his neighbor, already cruising in a brand-new car, probably paid for by his parents. The bitterness was a physical sensation, a sour taste on his tongue. He had to succeed, and this setback felt like someone was trying to block his path.

His phone buzzed. It was his friend, boasting about a fancy dinner he was going to. His jaw clenched. He wanted that lifestyle. He wanted all of it.