Gemotions

The rejection notification hit hard. John slumped in his chair, the edges of his vision blurring. He felt a deep, dragging sensation, like he was being pulled into a dark well. A long, drawn-out sigh escaped his lips.

He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, trying to clear the fuzziness that had descended. The brightly lit office now seemed dim. He could almost feel his muscles unraveling, his limbs growing heavy.

The thought of facing another rejection, another attempt, seemed overwhelming. He just wanted to stop, to be still, to not have to think. His gaze drifted to the window, the world outside appearing distant and muted.