Gemotions

The email's contents were clear, concise. A polite refusal, explaining the reasons for their decision. Leo took a long, slow breath, trying to steady his trembling hands.

He had envisioned the future with such certainty, his hopes tied to this single application. The dream now lay shattered, the pieces scattered on the cold tile floor of his kitchen.

He walked over to the refrigerator. He opened the door, staring at the contents. He knew he should eat, but the thought of chewing, of swallowing, felt impossible. He simply closed the door and went back to the living room.