Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow, a punch to the gut. The rejection email from his dream publisher. He’d meticulously crafted every sentence, every word, every paragraph. Now, they were worthless. He felt a chill creep over him, despite the warmth of the day.

He wanted to scream, to lash out, to disappear. His hands clenched into fists, the nails digging into his palms. He felt the sting of tears behind his eyes.

He needed to be alone. He quickly grabbed his keys and rushed out the door, the rejection notice still open on his computer screen. The world outside felt too loud, too bright.