Gemotions

It had been a brutal day, and the news had been the final, crushing blow. John slumped down in his chair, the office around him closing in. He stared at the email, unable to process the words. Every detail of his life had been building up to this moment and now his dreams were on the verge of fading to nothing.

He ran a hand through his hair, the familiar gesture of helplessness. He needed to be strong, to be resilient, but all he felt was a vast, gaping emptiness. He looked out the window, at the setting sun, which felt like a mocking reminder of the promises of tomorrow.