Gemotions

The dreaded email. It was a punch to the gut. Emily slumped back in her chair. Her face flushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She had prepared for every scenario, practiced every possible interview question, and spent countless hours. All for this: a terse, impersonal message of rejection.

She felt a bitter taste in her mouth, and she wanted to spit. She wanted to yell. She felt a tight squeeze in her throat, making it difficult to breathe.

She reached for her phone, intending to call someone, anyone, to vent, but instead, she hurled it across the room. It hit the wall, cracking the screen. A wave of regret instantly washed over her.