Gemotions

He paced the length of his tiny living room, a restless energy coursing through him. Marco ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, his mind racing faster than his feet. The hum of the refrigerator seemed to amplify the frantic thrumming in his chest. His invention, a revolutionary new type of air purifier, was on the cusp of completion. He could almost taste the future, a future where clean air was accessible to everyone.

The rejection letter arrived with a cruel efficiency. It was a well-worded, formal notification, but its message was a sledgehammer to his aspirations.