Gemotions

He leaned against the wall, the cool brick a poor substitute for the comfort he desperately sought. The rejection letter was clenched in his fist, its crisp edges digging into his palm. He had imagined this moment so many times, but the reality was far more brutal.

He thought of the people who believed in him. The ones who had supported him. The ones he had let down. He walked in the streets, but he didn't see the people around him. He felt as though he was alone.

The city buzzed around him, oblivious to his anguish. The world seemed to go on, while his own hopes lay shattered. He took a seat in a cafe, but the warmth of the coffee didn't reach him. He felt a deep, gnawing sense of loss.