Gemotions

The news had hit her like a physical blow. She sat at her desk, staring at the screen, the words of the email blurring before her eyes. Each letter seemed to twist and contort, rearranging themselves into meaningless shapes.

She got up, her legs wobbly. She walked to the window, the city skyline offering no solace. The familiar view, usually a comfort, felt cold and distant. The world outside, buzzing with activity, seemed to mock her.

She felt a pull, a dragging sensation. She closed her eyes, trying to recenter herself. This was her moment. This was what she had worked for. Why couldn't she feel the joy she was supposed to?