Gemotions

The rejection letter was crisp and official, a stark contrast to the boiling chaos within her. Chloe ripped it in half, then again, and again, until it was a collection of tiny, useless scraps. Her knuckles were white from clenching her fists.

She threw the pieces into the trash, slamming the lid shut with a force that made the kitchen cabinets rattle. She wanted to scream, to shout her frustration to the world.

She paced the living room, her steps rapid and erratic. The silence of the apartment felt suffocating, and the walls seemed to be closing in on her.