Gemotions

My jaw clenched as I reread the rejection email. It was polite, professional, and utterly devoid of any actual information beyond the obvious: they’d chosen someone else. And that “someone else,” I knew, was David.

The air in my cramped apartment felt thick, suffocating. I kicked a stray shoe across the room, the impact a satisfying thud. Why did it always have to be him? We'd been friends since kindergarten, yet somehow, he always managed to win.

I tossed the email into the overflowing recycling bin, the paper crumpling in my fist. I needed to leave. Escape this constant feeling of... frustration. Grabbing my keys, I stormed out, slamming the door behind me with unnecessary force.