Gemotions

The drive home was slow, each red light a fresh stab of irritation. Michael gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He was a man accustomed to winning, and this loss felt like a physical blow.

He turned up the radio, but the cheerful music grated on his nerves. He felt a dull ache in his chest, a sense of disappointment that settled deep within him.

He pulled into his driveway, the house looming before him, a symbol of the life he'd worked so hard to build. He felt the weight of his unfulfilled ambitions, a burden he hadn’t known he carried.