Gemotions

Rain hammered against the window, mirroring the relentless drumming in Liam’s head. He shoved a cold, half-eaten bagel across the counter. The prospect of another day spent scrolling through job boards felt heavy, like a lead weight pressing on his chest. He’d seen the advert – a junior designer role, perfect for him. And then he saw Maya’s name on the list of applicants.

He pictured her, brimming with enthusiasm, her portfolio a whirlwind of vibrant colors. He knew she’d ace the interview. The thought tightened his stomach. He sighed, the sound lost in the downpour. He needed this job, desperately. This wasn’t just about the money; it was about feeling like he wasn't wasting his talent.

He picked up the bagel and took a tiny bite. It tasted like ash.