Gemotions

The news arrived in an email, the words as cold and impersonal as a tombstone inscription. “Not a good fit for our current list.” It was a vague and insulting rejection. Evelyn stared at the screen, her vision blurring, a cold weight settled in her stomach.

She slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. She wanted to scream, to shatter something, to destroy the world that had dared to deny her. She could feel her nails digging into her palms.

She went to the window, staring at the cityscape, each building a smug reminder of success, and found herself wanting to tear it all down. She felt utterly alone, isolated by her perceived failure.