Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the art studio seemed to cast a shadow on Leo's soul. He'd received a D on his final project. His art. The thing he loved, the thing he put his heart into, had been deemed inadequate.

He pushed his chair back, the scrape of the legs against the concrete floor echoing in the vast space. The other students were already packing up, their chatter a distant hum. He stayed behind, staring at his failed canvas. The vibrant colours he had used now felt dull and lifeless.

He walked outside and watched the setting sun. The beautiful sky felt mocking. He felt a profound sense of abandonment, as if his dreams had vanished into thin air.