Gemotions

The critic’s harsh assessment filled the small, cramped kitchen. Liam stared at the words, his face pale. "The only thing burnt here is the chef's passion," the review had cruelly declared. He'd spent years perfecting his techniques, seeking a taste of success. Now, he wanted to hide.

He couldn't bring himself to cook. He sat down at the small table, head in his hands, barely able to breathe. The air felt heavy, suffocating. He thought of his parents' reactions.

He ran a hand through his hair, finding himself unable to move. The phone rang, his phone was on silent. He didn't answer. He was just frozen.