Gemotions

He had waited for this email for what felt like an eternity. Now, staring at the screen, the reality of the rejection slammed into him. He felt a powerful urge to run, to escape the confines of his small bedroom. The air felt thin, suffocating. He gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles white.

His breath hitched in his throat. He thought of his parents' sacrifices, their unwavering belief in him. He bit down hard on his lower lip, a pain that was a welcome distraction from the internal turmoil. He had let them down.

He stood up, pacing the room, his mind racing. Every plan, every dream, felt shattered. The silence of the room was filled with the pounding of his heart. He felt a sharp, cutting pain in his chest, as if a physical wound had been inflicted.