Gemotions

The trade show was a disaster. He had poured every last dollar into his booth, hoping to unveil his groundbreaking device. Now, standing across the aisle from his competitor, showcasing a near-identical product, he felt a crushing sense of defeat. His chest constricted.

He saw the crowds gathering around the rival booth, their faces lit with curiosity and admiration. He felt a profound sense of isolation, of being invisible. He tried to smile, but his lips felt stiff, unnatural.

He wanted to scream, to shout and expose the truth, but his voice was trapped, choked by the bitter taste of betrayal. He felt his face heat up, his hands ball into tight fists. He felt so utterly, completely alone.