Gemotions

The news had hit her like a physical blow. The public announcement, the shared dream, their research. All identical. All his. He was being hailed as a visionary. She was invisible. The feeling was similar to being gutted.

She sat at her desk, staring at the blank screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. The usual creative spark was gone, replaced by a dull ache. She felt a profound sense of emptiness, like a vital organ had been surgically removed.

She pushed back from her chair, the wheels of the chair scraping against the hardwood floor. She needed to escape. The office felt like a cage. She grabbed her coat, the weight of it, symbolic of her own burden.