Gemotions

The silence in the car was crushing as he drove home. His father’s face was stone. He'd blown it again. Another interview, another rejection. He kept trying. He kept losing.

He parked the car in the driveway, and the familiar sight of the house felt strange, unwelcome. He couldn’t look his dad in the eye. He just wanted to be alone.

Inside, he went straight to his room, slamming the door. The sound echoed in the empty hallway. He fell onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. The cracks in the plaster seemed to mock him, each one a testament to the fragile state of his life.