Gemotions

He slammed the file onto the table, the sound echoing in the empty apartment. The news had drained the color from his world. The life he'd fought so hard to reclaim, now revealed as someone else's. He stared at his reflection in the window, seeing a stranger staring back. The image of the man he was, the future he'd envisioned, now just a cruel joke. He picked up his guitar, a source of solace for years, but the strings felt unfamiliar, the music hollow. The joy had vanished, replaced by a deep and pervasive desolation.