Gemotions

The vibrant, chaotic energy of the city, which usually energized her, now felt overwhelming. The rejection letter was tucked away in her bag, but its invisible weight pressed down on her chest. She found herself moving slowly, deliberately, as if wading through water.

She walked aimlessly through the park, the sounds of children playing, the laughter of others, reaching her ears as if from a far distance. She felt strangely detached from the joy around her. The leaves on the trees, once brilliant with color, now seemed drab and uninteresting.

She found a bench and sat down, her posture slumped, her shoulders rounded. She felt a profound apathy towards everything. She barely noticed the chill in the air. The rejection had stolen her fire.