Gemotions

He walked aimlessly through the park, the rejection letter crumpled in his pocket. The vibrant green of the trees felt somehow mocking, their growth a stark contrast to his own sense of stunted potential. The wind whistled in his ears, carrying the faint sound of children’s laughter.

A cold rage simmered within him. They hadn't seen him, the real him, the driven, passionate student who deserved this opportunity. He kicked a loose pebble, sending it skittering across the pavement. He was left with an overwhelming sense of being undervalued, of being invisible, a feeling that was hard to swallow.