Gemotions

The room was a mess, mirroring his inner chaos. Clothes lay scattered on the floor, empty coffee cups littered the desk, and the air hung heavy with the scent of stale cigarette smoke. He didn't have the energy to clean. The rejection email was pinned to his corkboard, a dark blot against the colorful pins and photographs.

He barely spoke to anyone, retreating into a self-imposed isolation. He avoided his friends' calls and texts. His appetite had vanished. He stared at his phone and then switched it off.

He sat for hours, staring out the window, watching the city lights come to life. The city was full of dreams and failures. He wondered if his dream could ever be resurrected.