Gemotions

The rejection letter sat on her kitchen table, a stark white testament to her failure. Months of work, poured into a manuscript, deemed unworthy. The publisher's polite words were like daggers.

She took a walk, trying to breathe, trying to silence the voice that told her she was a fraud. She noticed the wallet then, gleaming in the sunlight. A large amount of money.

She imagined using it to escape, to disappear. But the sight of her unfinished manuscript, the weight of her unrealized dreams, was a heavy load. She felt a burning sensation in her throat.