Gemotions

He paced his small apartment, the worn carpet offering no solace to his agitated steps. He'd envisioned this moment a thousand times, each replay ending with a triumphant acceptance. Now, a harsh reality had arrived in the form of an impersonal email. A wave of ice coursed through his veins, making him shiver despite the stuffy air. He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms.

He stopped in front of the window, peering out at the city lights. They seemed to twinkle with a mocking indifference. A lump formed in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. A tremor ran through his body, a silent vibration of despair. The feeling was a tight clench in his chest.