Gemotions

The news felt like a punch. He'd been so close, and now... nothing. He found himself walking home, the familiar route suddenly unfamiliar. The city lights seemed brighter, mocking his mood.

He reached his apartment, the key fumbling in the lock. The silence of his home was a stark contrast to the lively office environment he had left. He went to the fridge and opened it. He had no appetite.

He went to bed, but could not sleep. His mind raced, replaying every mistake, every misstep. He tossed and turned, the sheets a tangle of frustration. He stared at the ceiling and closed his eyes.