Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words on the screen vibrating. His heart hammered in his chest. David had spent every waking hour for the last year developing his revolutionary anti-gravity device. He had quit his job, sacrificed everything. Now, this patent denial. It felt like the ground had opened up beneath him.

He slammed his laptop shut, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. He felt a sudden urge to break something, to destroy the evidence of his failure.

He paced his small living room, his hands clenched into fists. He thought about the endless nights, the cold dinners, the financial stress. All for nothing. He threw himself on the couch, burying his face in a cushion, as his breath came in short, sharp gasps.