Gemotions

The editor's comments, a list of perceived flaws, felt like a personal attack. "Lacks originality," the email stated. A cold wave washed over her, making her body stiff and cold.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she stared blankly at the screen. She felt the blood drain from her face. She felt an overwhelming urge to flee the room, the apartment, the city.

Without a word, she grabbed her keys and fled. She found herself driving, the highway blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors. The engine hummed in time with the chaos in her mind.