Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Maria muttered, her voice barely a whisper. The screen glared back at her, the words a cold and impersonal judgment. Her hands shook as she scrolled through the email again, as if the words might somehow magically change.

She kicked the desk, a sharp, angry action that left a dull throb in her foot. Liam. Of course. The name seemed to taunt her from the screen, a constant reminder of her failure. Her shoulders slumped, and a wave of something akin to despair washed over her.

She felt a sudden urge to run, to escape the confines of her small apartment and the crushing weight of disappointment that threatened to suffocate her. She needed air, to breathe freely again.