Gemotions

The grey sky seemed to press down on the city, mirroring the weight on Ben's chest. He walked aimlessly through the park, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The rejection letter from the firm felt like a personal failure, echoing inside him. He had convinced himself that this job was meant for him, and now, it wasn't.

He paused, watching children play on the swings, their laughter a sharp contrast to his internal silence. He'd poured his heart into this application. His friend, Sarah, had been the lucky one.

The grass felt damp beneath his shoes, and a cold breeze swept through the trees. He had no desire to return to his apartment, the thought of being alone in his silence was suffocating. He wanted to go home, but didn't know where home was anymore.