Gemotions

The blueprints lay scattered across the drafting table, the lines blurring before his eyes. Arthur stared at the designs for his solar-powered water purifier, the culmination of years of research. His vision was to bring clean water to impoverished communities. He already had grant money lined up. Now, a generic patent infringement letter landed on the table.

He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging his glasses, leaving the world a hazy blur. The air in his office felt thick, heavy with the weight of disappointment. He slammed a fist on the table, scattering a stack of pencils.

He picked up a pencil, then threw it down. He couldn't even bring himself to tidy up, to start again. He felt a deep, profound weariness settle over him, a sense of having been robbed of his own future.