Gemotions

The interview was finally over. Sarah forced a smile, thanked the interviewers, and left the building. The sunlight felt harsh on her skin, the noise of the city a jarring cacophony. She walked, aimlessly, the strap of her handbag digging into her shoulder. It was over, the waiting, the anticipation. And now, the feeling of emptiness was all that remained.

She’d seen Michael across the waiting room. A quick, awkward nod, a fleeting moment of eye contact, and then… nothing. The shared dream, the shared pursuit, had become a battlefield. The park, usually a source of comfort, felt cold and unwelcoming.

She slumped onto a bench, the metal cold against her back. The world moved on, oblivious to her internal struggles, to the echoing silence that had settled in her chest. She needed a distraction, something to fill the space. She pulled out her phone, scrolling through contacts, a list of potential connections. But none of them seemed right.