Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. He sat in his chair, numb, the email still open on his screen. The words blurred before his eyes, a cruel reminder of his failure. He was trapped in a silent, self-imposed prison of his own making.

He wandered aimlessly through his house, his familiar surroundings suddenly alien. He touched his dog, seeking comfort, but the dog merely looked at him with innocent eyes. His home felt like a museum of his unfulfilled potential.

He slumped onto the couch, the cushions offering no support. The silence was deafening. He had a sudden, overwhelming urge to scream, to lash out against the world, against himself.