Gemotions

The email was buried amongst the junk, but a nagging feeling made him scroll through the clutter again. There it was. "Inspirational Example." He should feel proud. Instead, his stomach twisted. It had been years since he'd written anything of significance. The creative part of him had died.

He remembered the late nights, fueled by coffee and ambition. He had the world at his fingertips. The world had moved on, and he was left behind. He stared at his reflection in the dark screen, his face a stranger's.

He threw his phone across the room. The sound of the impact echoed the hollow chamber inside. He lay on the floor and looked at the ceiling, feeling nothing.