Gemotions

The news arrived in a curt email. He’d been passed over for the journalist position. He knew that the email marked the beginning of a new phase. He walked to the window, the city lights reflecting in the glass, a blurred spectacle of activity. The world was moving on. He felt… adrift. He and his friend, Sam, had poured their hearts into the application, hoping for a shared triumph.

The apartment felt too large, too empty. The silence was palpable, a physical presence. The stack of unread books on his bedside table seemed to mock his inability to concentrate. He spent hours aimlessly wandering the apartment.

The shared dreams, the late-night talks, the shared anxieties and ambitions — all of it seemed to recede into the distance. He felt disconnected, lost. The phone, which he usually took comfort in, now seemed like a heavy stone.