Gemotions

Eliza stared at the letter, the elegant calligraphy a painful reminder of her aspirations. The room felt suddenly small, the walls closing in. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, a fire that threatened to consume her. She leaped to her feet, pacing the length of her tiny study. She ripped the letter in half, then in quarters, then into tiny, useless pieces, but the words, the rejection, remained etched in her memory. She slammed her fist against the wall, a sound that echoed her frustration.