Gemotions

He paced the confines of his small apartment, the worn floorboards groaning under his weight. The failure hung heavy. He’d poured his heart, his savings, his entire being into the self-watering planter. And now? Someone else had the rights. He stopped at the window, peering out at the city lights. Each twinkling point felt miles away. The silence of the apartment felt deafening, broken only by his ragged breath. He thought of his parents' gentle disappointment, a weight that amplified his own.