Gemotions

He stared at the job offer, the offer being extended to someone whose resume used his accomplishments. The company he'd applied to, the position he dreamed of, now belonged to someone else. He felt a physical blow, a punch to his stomach that stole his breath. He had spent hours on the interview, and felt confident.

He sat back in his chair, the office around him closing in. His mouth tasted metallic. He felt a rising wave of nausea. He took a long, shaky breath, trying to calm himself.

He went to the roof. The city stretched out before him, a tapestry of steel and glass. He felt utterly insignificant, just a tiny speck in the vast expanse. He leaned against the railing, the wind whipping through his hair, the roar of the city a dull echo in his ears.