Gemotions

Sophia stared at the screen, her eyes narrowed. A bitter taste coated her tongue, and her jaw ached. Her college essay, that carefully constructed narrative of her life, was now being dissected and analyzed. The situation made her feel like something was stuck in her throat.

She pushed back from the desk, her chair scraping against the floor. She needed to move, to do something, anything to dissipate this rising tension. She went to the window and stared outside, feeling a growing sense of unrest. She felt a sharp pang of regret, a deep sense of wrongness.