Gemotions

He had walked into the interview feeling confident, ready to impress. Now, leaving the building, he felt like a deflated balloon. The contrast between his expectations and reality was a physical weight. He saw Sarah, emerging from the interview with a bright smile. She practically danced down the corridor.

He didn't want to talk. He didn't want to see her, hear her. He focused on his feet, refusing to make eye contact. He felt a tremor in his hands, an involuntary shaking that he couldn't control.

He got into his car and drove, aimlessly, until he found a deserted stretch of road. He pulled over, the engine cut. He sat there for a long time, staring at the vast emptiness around him, trying to make sense of his disappointment.