Gemotions

She'd known, deep down, that this was a possibility. But the reality of the rejection, the cold, impersonal words, still hit her with a visceral force. She reread the message, the polite phrases seeming to mock her aspirations. The words danced on the page, like devils.

She slammed the laptop shut. The action offered a moment of satisfaction, a brief release of pent-up frustration. She went to the window, the world outside now appearing dim and uninviting.

She felt a hollowness, a void where hope had once resided. The certainty she’d felt about her future had evaporated, leaving behind a profound sense of loss. She curled her hands into fists, her knuckles turning white.