Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis as she read the email. The article she'd spent months writing, her masterpiece, was attributed to someone else. A name that, until this moment, she had never heard. The pit of her stomach sank.

She felt a wave of nausea wash over her. Her hands flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes, blurring the words on the screen. The weight of this injustice was almost unbearable.

She found herself unable to move. She was trapped, paralyzed by a sense of impending doom. The thought of the repercussions, of the professional damage, tightened her chest. She curled up on her sofa.