Gemotions

The silence in the small apartment was almost deafening. Michael ran a hand through his already messy hair, his gaze landing on the overflowing inbox on his laptop. He’d been struggling to find a job for months, while his friend, Chris, had been regaling him with tales of his "international trading" career. Then came the revelation: Chris was a clerk at a grocery store. Michael felt a strange, suffocating pressure in his chest. He was stuck, utterly trapped in his own inadequacy. He slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing in the stillness.