Gemotions

The email arrived at precisely 8:00 AM, a cold, clinical summary of her failures. *We regret to inform you…* The words blurred before her eyes. Sarah, her roommate, hummed a cheerful tune while she buttered her toast. It was a familiar melody, one she usually enjoyed. Now, it made her blood boil. She slammed her laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the small apartment. The familiar sting of tears threatened to spill. She wanted to yell at Sarah. She swallowed the bitterness, forcing herself to maintain a neutral expression. The thought of facing the team, of listening to their congratulations, filled her with a profound weariness.