Gemotions

The vibrant chatter of the coffee shop felt like a distant hum, a soundtrack to a world she no longer inhabited. Sarah cradled her lukewarm latte, the warmth doing nothing to thaw the cold dread that had settled in her core.

She tried to focus on her textbook, but the words blurred, the sentences twisting into meaningless gibberish. Her head throbbed, a dull ache that echoed the disappointment in her heart.

She set her book down with a thud, the sound oddly loud in the sudden silence. The weight of the rejection pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to *want*.