Gemotions

Sarah kept her back rigid as she walked alongside David. The rejection email sat, a cold weight in her pocket. He chattered excitedly about his skills, his confidence radiating like a beacon. The air around him seemed brighter, sunnier, while her own felt thick with a suffocating fog.

She hadn't even made it past the initial screening. He, on the other hand, was practically guaranteed the position.

She mumbled a congratulations, the words catching in her throat, a bitter pill she was forced to swallow. The silence that followed was deafening, the celebratory balloons adorning the building's exterior a mocking reminder of her failure. She quickened her pace, desperate to escape the scene.