Gemotions

David felt a knot tighten in his chest. He read the email again, and again. Each word was clear, concise, yet utterly incomprehensible to him. He’d been so sure, so confident. He’d spent weeks preparing, seeking advice, ensuring his application was flawless. Now, a cold, hard refusal. He felt a sense of disorientation, as though he had been spun around repeatedly.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his head. He looked around the room, searching for something, anything, that could offer an explanation, a clue. He felt adrift. He had no clear direction.