Gemotions

The drive home felt interminable. The city lights blurred into streaks of color, and the radio chatter felt like a nagging distraction. David gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He and Alex had completed their interviews, and now the waiting game began.

He felt a dull ache in his chest, a sensation that had become increasingly familiar over the past few weeks. The job, the pressure to succeed, the shared dream – it was all weighing on him, making him feel almost numb.

He parked the car, and just sat there for a moment, the engine ticking, the only sound. He didn't want to get out, didn't want to face the emptiness of his apartment, the solitude of the wait.