Gemotions

The apartment felt too small, the air thick with tension. He'd put the phone on silent, not wanting to speak to anyone. He closed his eyes, replaying the interview in his head, the way he'd stumbled over his words, the way his hands had sweated.

He knew she'd given a stellar performance. She'd spent weeks preparing, researching, practicing. He, on the other hand, had gotten complacent. He thought about the shared dream, the shared future, now potentially altered beyond recognition. He felt a sense of profound loss, a heavy shroud wrapping around his heart.