Gemotions

He slammed his fist on the table, scattering papers across the desk. The sting in his hand was nothing compared to the ache in his heart. David had spent a decade perfecting his sustainable energy generator, and some corporation had already patented it.

He paced his small apartment, his agitation growing with each step. He couldn't seem to find a comfortable position. The disappointment burned in his gut, a constant, nagging reminder of his defeat.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The future looked bleak, and the thought of starting again, the daunting task that lay before him, filled him with weariness.