Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. He’d promised himself he’d start applying for more jobs the next day. He felt exhausted, defeated. He had even tried to write a short story, but the words wouldn't come.

Across town, Maya had been celebrating with colleagues. He’d seen the photos online. The laughter, the smiles, the general air of accomplishment. He forced himself to scroll down, away from the images.

He closed the laptop, a wave of weariness washing over him. The darkness of the room mirrored the gloom inside. He felt as though a vital part of him had been chipped away. He lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling lost.