Gemotions

The sunlight streaming into the garage seemed to mock him. Liam stared at the sleek, automated watering system, his creation, and felt a profound sense of…emptiness. He'd poured his savings, his heart, into this. Then, the patent search. Another company. He ran a hand through his tangled hair, the motion slow, leaden. He wanted to scream, to smash something, but his body felt glued to the spot. He felt as though the very air had been sucked from his lungs. The unfinished projects lay strewn about, monuments to a future that wouldn't be.