Gemotions

He sat in the park, watching the ducks glide across the pond. The sky was overcast, mirroring the gloom within him. David had spent months on this project. He had cut himself off from the world to focus on it. He thought that this project could redeem him. It had become his obsession.

A message arrived. A colleague’s email. The subject line stung: "Final Project Delivery." He saw the presentation. *His* presentation. Except, it wasn't his. It was another's. Identical.

David’s breath hitched. He closed his eyes. He felt a crushing sense of defeat, a complete and utter loss. He couldn't move. He felt a hollowness he had never known. The world felt utterly empty, devoid of any light.