Gemotions

The phone call had been short, impersonal. "We regret to inform you…" The words echoed in Finn's mind. He gripped the phone tighter, his knuckles white. He stood in the middle of his sparsely furnished apartment, feeling a chill despite the warm afternoon light.

He lowered the phone slowly, his hand trembling. He dropped it onto the table, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. He felt a hollowness, an empty space where ambition and hope had resided.

He went to the window, staring out at the world. The world seemed indifferent, oblivious to his disappointment. He felt a wave of nausea, and he fought the urge to crumble.