Gemotions

He slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing the sound of his aspirations shattering. The air in the cramped flat suddenly felt thick, almost suffocating. He shoved back the chair, its legs scraping harshly against the wooden floor. Pacing the length of the room, he ran a hand through his already dishevelled hair. He felt a profound sense of hollowness, a desert stretching within his chest. He knew, intellectually, that rejection was part of the process, but the raw, aching disappointment was a physical weight.