Gemotions

He kicked the trash can across the alley, the metal clanging against the brick wall. The job application, the interview, the hopes – all were a cruel joke. He had invested time, effort, and optimism, only to be tossed aside. The thought sparked a volatile sensation in his chest.

This wasn’t just about the job; it was about years of feeling overlooked, of watching others effortlessly achieve what he worked relentlessly for. It was about the sting of comparison, of always being on the periphery.

He wiped a hand across his face, scrubbing away the frustration. He needed to be alone. He needed to find a place to unleash this coiled energy.