Gemotions

She slammed the laptop shut with a harsh snap, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. Across the small table, the job application stared back at her with mocking indifference. She slumped in her chair, the air thick with frustration.

“Just get it over with,” she muttered, her voice a low rasp. She’d spent weeks meticulously crafting her resume and cover letter, all for this. Now, the knowledge that Maya, her friend, had also been selected for the interview, felt like a punch to the gut.

She rose and began pacing the narrow confines of her living room. The hardwood floors creaked under her restless footsteps. Every step felt like wading through molasses. The thought of losing this chance, of watching Maya succeed where she would fail, made her insides clench.