Gemotions

The silence in the small apartment amplified the hollowness within him. He sat motionless, the rejection email still open on his screen. The words – “we regret to inform you” – echoed in his ears. He closed his eyes, replaying the last few months, every essay written, every recommendation requested, every hope invested.

He rose slowly from the chair, a sense of profound weariness washing over him. The apartment seemed smaller, the walls closing in. He wandered aimlessly, touching objects without seeing them. His hands felt clumsy, his movements jerky. The future he had envisioned now seemed distant, unreachable.