Gemotions

The envelope felt flimsy, insubstantial, a poor vessel for the verdict that awaited. Sarah ripped it open with a trembling hand, her heart hammering against her ribs. The words swam before her eyes, a blur of polite regret. Her breath caught in her throat.

A wave of frustration washed over her, a bitter taste coating her tongue. She’d spent so much time crafting the perfect story, the story she *knew* would be a sensation. Her apartment, once a haven of creativity, now felt like a prison.

She envisioned the rejection as a personal affront, a deliberate act of sabotage against her ambitions. They didn’t understand, they couldn’t see the genius that poured from her pen. She would find another publisher, another platform. They would regret this.