Gemotions

The silence in the cramped apartment was deafening. John sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the rejection letter. He felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his chest, as if someone had just punched him. He had convinced himself this was his ticket out.

He pushed the chair back, the screech of the legs grating on his nerves. He stood up and began to pace the limited space, unable to still his body. He wanted to break something, anything.

He took a shaky breath, forcing himself to calm down. He knew he had to be pragmatic, but the disappointment was a physical ache.