Gemotions

The apology came after years of struggle. The letter was from his rival, the man who had stolen his promotion, who had sabotaged his career. He laughed, a short, bitter sound.

His apartment felt cramped, the walls closing in. He felt the familiar heat rise in his cheeks. He, who was the better candidate, the more talented worker, was forced to scrape by while his rival thrived.

He walked into the bathroom and stared at his reflection. He saw the years etched on his face, the weariness. He wanted to break something, anything. He didn't want to feel small. He slammed the medicine cabinet shut, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. He would show him.