Gemotions

The letter lay open on Daniel’s desk, the stark black text mocking him. He leaned back in his chair, the wheels squeaking in protest. A heavy silence filled the room, amplifying the sudden emptiness that had settled in his chest. He felt adrift.

He closed his eyes, replaying the interview in his head, searching for a misstep, a flaw. His fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against the desktop. His jaw clenched, and he pressed his lips into a thin, tight line. He couldn't shake the feeling of being utterly let down.