Gemotions

He paced his tiny apartment, the linoleum floor cold under his bare feet. The patent rejection lay on his kitchen counter, a pale, accusing rectangle. Liam ran a hand through his already-disheveled hair, tugging at the strands until his scalp ached. He’d envisioned the world using his modular building blocks, a revolution in sustainable housing. The news of a similar patented design felt like a physical blow. He felt a deep-seated ache, a hollowness that seemed to expand with each passing moment. He stopped, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes.