Gemotions

“How could they?” Elena muttered, pacing the length of her tiny apartment. The rejection email, with its generic platitudes, sat open on her laptop screen. She felt her pulse race, thrumming in her ears.

She had stayed up late for weeks, refining her resume and cover letter. She had sacrificed everything for this job. It was her *dream* job. But it had gone to John, who had seemingly glided through the interview.

She grabbed a ceramic vase from the table and hurled it against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces. The sound barely registered; her head was filled with a roaring white noise.