Gemotions

"Excuse me," she barked, shouldering past the grinning girl who'd snagged her spot on the dance team. Sarah marched towards the exit, her jaw set. The rehearsal room, usually a source of joy, now felt like a prison.

The music still thrummed, a cruel reminder of what she’d lost. Her chest felt constricted, as if an invisible hand were squeezing the air from her lungs.

She fumbled with the door handle, her fingers clumsy and unresponsive. She wanted to be anywhere but here, anywhere where she didn't have to face the sting of rejection. The sunshine pouring through the door seemed to mock her.