Gemotions

It was supposed to be his breakthrough. He’d meticulously crafted the article, his masterpiece. But now, he saw "By Cassandra Bloom" at the top. His head throbbed. He looked at the window; the day seemed bleaker than ever.

The silence of the house felt deafening. He went to the kitchen, the sunlight reflecting harshly off the stainless steel. Every movement felt sluggish, heavy. He couldn’t bring himself to eat.

He felt a deep chill, a coldness that ran through him. He thought of all the sacrifices he made, the hours he'd invested. He felt a deep sense of… shame.