Gemotions

The rejection letter crackled in Amelia’s trembling hand. The paper felt like a viper, poised to strike. She paced her cramped apartment, the worn rug blurring under her frantic steps. Her breath hitched, each inhale a shallow, ragged gasp. She clutched the letter to her chest, whispering the publisher's polite, yet devastating, refusal over and over. "Not quite the right fit…not ready for publication…" The words twisted in her gut, a knot that tightened with every repetition. She had poured years, her heart, her soul, into this book. Now, it was just a failed experiment.