Gemotions

“This… is a joke, right?” Elias muttered, his voice barely a whisper. The rejection was polite, even complimentary, but the underlying message was clear: his work wasn't good enough. He’d submitted his experimental poetry with trembling hands, hoping for a breakthrough. Instead, he felt a crushing wave of despair. He threw the letter across the room, it hitting the wall with a flimsy thud, a stark contrast to the colossal feeling of defeat that settled over him. He slumped onto the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, every dream suddenly feeling fragile and broken.