Gemotions

The email was a slap in the face. A cold, digital slap that left a sting. Sarah reread it, the words twisting in her gut like a poisoned blade. *Regrettably, circumstances…* Circumstances? Her carefully laid plans, her excitement, her anticipation - all just *circumstances* to be brushed aside?

She slammed her laptop shut with a vicious snap. The sudden silence in the room only amplified the rage bubbling within her. She paced, her hands clenched into fists, the nails digging into her palms. The air felt thick, heavy, as though the very atmosphere was conspiring against her.

She pulled on her coat, muttering under her breath. The thought of seeing anyone, of having to feign normalcy, made her skin crawl. She wanted to scream at someone, at anyone, to share the bitterness that had taken root deep within her.