Gemotions

"It's over," Leo muttered, his voice barely a whisper. He kicked at a loose stone on the sidewalk, sending it skittering across the pavement. His mind replayed the conference call, the lawyer's polite but brutal summation. His augmented reality glasses, the product of years of grueling work, a brilliant idea, were already the intellectual property of a tech giant.

He stopped, his shoulders hunched. The city, usually a vibrant tapestry of life and energy, felt cold and indifferent. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a disconnect from the bustling crowd around him. The weight of his disappointment was a physical burden.

He had nothing left to say.