Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the cursor blinking accusingly. David had been working on the script for months, late nights, early mornings, every waking moment devoted to it. The email arrived like a punch to the gut. The article he'd poured his heart into, the one he thought would finally give him a break, was published. Under someone else’s name.

He felt hollow, empty. The life drained out of him. He ran a hand over his face, feeling the rough stubble against his skin. He needed to get out. He got up with a groan, the room spinning slightly.

He was going to the park, to stare at the trees, to feel the sun on his face. Anything to escape.