Gemotions

She hunched over the keyboard, fingers flying across the keys, a frantic energy fueling her. The project, her life's work, rendered obsolete. The crushing disappointment felt physical, a lead weight settling in her chest. The apartment, usually a haven, felt cavernous tonight. The smell of stale coffee mingled with the metallic tang of her unwashed hair. She’d always imagined sharing the success, the celebration. Now, the only sound was the rhythmic clicking of the keyboard, a desperate attempt to fill the void. "Just…just one more tweak," she muttered, the words echoing in the empty room.