Gemotions

He’d spent weeks working on the application, meticulously crafting each sentence. Now, the rejection felt like a personal insult. Leo slammed his fist on the table, making the empty mug jump. The action surprised him, and he immediately regretted it.

He pushed away from the table, suddenly restless. He began pacing his tiny room, the worn rug crunching beneath his feet. He felt a pressure in his chest, a heavy weight that made it difficult to breathe.

He stopped at the window, staring out at the bustling city below. The lights twinkled, but they offered no comfort. He felt lost, adrift in the urban ocean. He felt himself shrinking.