Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the departure gate cast a harsh glow on Sarah's face. The interview, the one she'd spent months preparing for, was a distant memory. A wasted chance, because of this cursed delay. She felt a cold dread settling in the pit of her stomach. She’d envisioned herself walking out of the interview with a job offer in hand. Now, the dream felt shattered, a collection of broken pieces she couldn't seem to assemble. Her meticulously crafted résumé felt like a weight, a testament to what she'd failed to accomplish.