Gemotions

"Not good enough." The words echoed in Finn's mind as he reread the editor's comments, a stinging rebuke to his ambition. His shoulders hunched, and he felt a strange pull toward the couch, an irresistible magnetism. He’d spent months writing, pouring his soul onto the page. Now, he just felt… flat.

He tossed the rejection aside, the paper skidding across the wooden floor. He glanced at his phone, a blinking notification for a new episode of his favorite show. An instant escape. He reached for the remote, his movements slow, deliberate, as if wading through something thick and viscous. The world beyond the screen could wait.