Gemotions

He reread the rejection email a third time, each word a fresh wound. He felt a sudden, overwhelming need to disappear, to vanish into the anonymity of the city. He stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair. The sound echoed in the otherwise silent room, the sharp noise amplifying the silence that had settled in his heart.

He felt a deep sense of dread, a chilling premonition of the future. He walked to the window, staring out at the bustling street below. The cars and people seemed like distant, unimportant specks. His mind was racing, a frantic carousel of doubts and fears. He felt a primal urge to protect himself.