Gemotions

The city sprawled beneath him, a tapestry of lights he no longer found comforting. He leaned against the railing of the observation deck, the wind whipping at his face. The patent office's rejection notice burned a hole in his pocket. He'd poured his life savings into this project, believing it would be different, that this time would be a success. He felt the familiar ache in his lower back, the constant throb of exhaustion that had become his unwelcome companion. He looked down, the dizzying height amplifying the sense of hopelessness that threatened to engulf him.