Gemotions

The award ceremony. A sea of smiling faces, congratulations showered on *him*. Across the room, she, Emily, stood stiffly, a glass of wine clutched tightly in her hand. It was her research, her data, her analysis, now being celebrated as his achievement. She felt a burning sensation in her throat.

She watched him accept the accolades, the praise, the recognition she had earned. The applause was deafening, a mocking chorus that amplified the emptiness inside her. She felt a pressure building behind her eyes, the urge to weep, but she blinked it away.

She took a long sip of her wine, its bitterness mirroring the taste of her disappointment. The room spun slightly. She felt a sudden urge to flee, to escape the suffocating atmosphere of deceit. She excused herself, making a hasty retreat towards the exit, feeling the weight of the injustice pressing down upon her.