Gemotions

He slammed the laptop shut, the metallic click echoing the finality of the rejection. He felt a sharp, cutting pain in his chest, a physical manifestation of his disappointment. He had, with great effort, submitted his novel, certain that it was his masterpiece. The editor’s response, filled with generic platitudes, felt like a personal affront. He began to pace his small apartment, the footsteps a restless rhythm, matching the frantic beat of his heart. He felt a desperate urge to dismantle everything, to erase the last year of his life.