Gemotions

The weight of the blueprints in his hands felt like lead. He’d spent countless nights hunched over the drafting table, driven by a passion that now felt utterly deflated. And then there was *his* design. Identical.

He found himself wandering the construction site, the half-finished building feeling like a tomb. He walked through the dusty space, his boots crunching on debris, his vision blurring.

He glared at the half-built structure. His partner, David, was there, chattering about the project. He didn’t want to look at him, he didn't want to hear him. David looked at him expectantly, and he just turned away and walked out.