Gemotions

The news report played on the television, showcasing the sleek, futuristic prototype. The narrator described its innovative features, the very features he had designed. A wave of bitterness washed over him, a cold tide threatening to drown him. He felt as if something valuable had been snatched from his grasp.

He switched the channel, then switched again, seeking escape, but the feeling remained, a persistent ache. He threw the remote at the TV, missing the screen by a hair's breadth.

He slumped onto the sofa, the silence of his apartment amplifying the internal chaos. He felt utterly depleted, the fight seemingly gone from him. The unfairness of it all hung heavy in the air.