Gemotions

The manuscript sat on the desk, unfinished. Sarah picked at a loose thread on her jeans, her gaze drifting aimlessly across the room. The glowing screen of her laptop felt like a cold, accusing eye. She had been so close to finishing her novel, so confident that her mentor, Mr. Davies, would be proud. Now, without his guidance, the words seemed to mock her, refusing to come together. A hollow ache settled in her stomach, a feeling of being adrift in a sea of uncertainty. She felt empty, like a balloon slowly losing air.