Gemotions

Alistair sat on his bed, the rejection email still open on his laptop screen. He stared at it, the words mocking him. He felt hollow, as though something vital had been ripped from him. The meticulously organized schedule on his wall, a testament to his ambition, now seemed like a cruel joke.

He had worked so hard, sacrificed so much. He had believed in himself, in his abilities, in his future. He felt betrayed, as if someone had pulled the rug out from under him. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands, a frustrated gesture he didn't realize he was making until his scalp started to ache.

The room, normally filled with books and study materials, suddenly felt oppressive, closing in around him. He leaned forward, burying his face in his hands, unable to stop the burning in his eyes. He didn’t want to be touched, didn't want to be comforted. He just wanted it all to go away.