Gemotions

The endless loop of the airport's announcements was designed to break a person. He pulled at his collar, feeling suffocated by the close air and the weight of his own errors. He was late for a job interview, the culmination of months of effort. He had meticulously researched every detail, prepared every answer, and now, he was trapped. *This is why you don’t get what you want*, he thought, feeling the familiar weight of disappointment settle upon him.

He slammed his fist against the armrest of the seat, a burst of frustrated energy. He closed his eyes and imagined the hiring manager's judgment, the dismissive nod. He opened his laptop, but the words on the screen seemed to mock him, highlighting his failure.